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Posie. VIII. The Patrones Adiew.
Yf loue deserues the fruit of loues desire,Hope loathes my loue to liue in hope of right:
Time after triall once may quench my fire,
Oh salue the sore and cherish my delight:
Rue lawles force, which feruent zeale procures.
Obtaine a hart like to the Emerauld pure:
Dayne hope to graunt where feare dispaire allures,
In deepe distresse naught but true faith is sure.
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