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The Louer, hauing sustayned ouermuch wrong at his
Ladyes hande wisheth speedy death.
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The Louer, hauing sustayned ouermuch wrong at his Ladyes hande wisheth speedy death.
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feeble is the thread
That holdeth mee in lyfe,
That if it bee not succoured
Short end shal stint the stryfe.
That holdeth mee in lyfe,
That if it bee not succoured
Short end shal stint the stryfe.
For though the spindle ronne
To draw the thread on length
Alas therby what hold is wonne
If it be weake of strength
To draw the thread on length
Alas therby what hold is wonne
If it be weake of strength
Or how can it haue ayde
Since rigor is so rife,
In her whose handes to cut the thread
Gaue cruelly the knife.
Since rigor is so rife,
In her whose handes to cut the thread
Gaue cruelly the knife.
Whose edge of Enuy hard
In Venus forge hath wrought,
Wherby his deth is thus preferd
Whose life offended nought.
In Venus forge hath wrought,
Wherby his deth is thus preferd
Whose life offended nought.
But sithe thy cheefe delite,
My cheefe deligtfull fo,
Is with such wrong to work the spite
With speed come end this wo.
My cheefe deligtfull fo,
Is with such wrong to work the spite
With speed come end this wo.
And when my death hath done
My duty at her will,
A greater greefe be not begonne
To last therafter still.
My duty at her will,
A greater greefe be not begonne
To last therafter still.
For after death, if strife
Should still my life pursue,
What thē doth death but breed a life
Of mone & mischeefe new?
Should still my life pursue,
What thē doth death but breed a life
Of mone & mischeefe new?
Wherfore if needes thou wilte
Thy spindle spin no more,
But yt this thred with spoyle bee spilt
Which led my life before.
Thy spindle spin no more,
But yt this thred with spoyle bee spilt
Which led my life before.
Prouide the for the nonce
Prouide for mee the best,
That I may dye at once
From all thy mindes vurest.
Prouide for mee the best,
That I may dye at once
From all thy mindes vurest.
And let not present death
Prefer an after paine,
But let the paines pas with my breath
And not reuiue againe.
Prefer an after paine,
But let the paines pas with my breath
And not reuiue againe.
For thus by this you shall
Two thinges at once fulfill,
I shalbe free that haue bin thrall:
And you shall haue your will.
Two thinges at once fulfill,
I shalbe free that haue bin thrall:
And you shall haue your will.
FINIS.
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