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XVII. Shall I seeke to ease my griefe
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Shall I seeke to ease my griefe?No my sight is lost with eying; Shall I speak and beg reliefe?
No my voyce is hoarse with crying,
What remaines but onely dying?
What remaynes but onely dying?
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Loue and I of late did part,But the Boy my peace enuying,
Like a Parthian threw his dart,
Backward and did wound me flying.
What remaines but onely dying?
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She whom then I looked one,My remembrance beautifying
Stayes with me, though I am gone,
Gone, and at her mercy lying.
What remaynes, but onely dying?
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Thus my vitall breath doth wast,And my blood with sorrow drying,
Sighes and teares make life to last,
For a while his place supplying.
What remaynes but onely dying?
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