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XIX. Vnkinde

Vnkinde, is this the meede of louers paine?
Doth loyall faith no better guerdon gaine?
Adue, thy lookes are coy, thy fancie strange,
O stay, my heart relents, and will not change,
But rather dye, then from my Saint once swarue,
My life she gaue, my loue she doth deserue,