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The Song.

If the afflictions which infest my heart
Must still increase, and gaine no finall end,
Can any one conceive the anxious smart,
Which doth my heart with cruell tortures end?
Since I still living dye, yet cannot gaine
Death's easing helpe to free me of my paine.

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If all my gaine in losse be comprehended,
And that my passions and heart-throbbing woes
(Although they are of wretched me be-friended)
Still prove to be my most invet'rate foes,
Why doe I live, and not implore pale Death
To end my paines, by stopping of my breath?
Yet if it seeme to your rare selfe, that I
Deserve these torments as my proper due,
Delighting still to be my enemy,
Who feeles such paines as I receive from you?
For though I living dye, I cannot gaine
Deaths easing helpe, to free me of my paine.