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CCLXIV
[Shall she neuer out of my mynde]
Shall she neuer out of my mynde,
Nor shall I neuer out of this payn,
Alas her loue doth me so blinde,
Except her helpe I am now slayne.
Nor shall I neuer out of this payn,
Alas her loue doth me so blinde,
Except her helpe I am now slayne.
I neuer told her of my mynde
What payne I suffer for her sake:
Alas! what meanes might I now find
That no displeasure with me she take.
What payne I suffer for her sake:
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That no displeasure with me she take.
Yf I speake fayre, she sayth I flatter,
And if I dare not I shall not spede,
Yf I to her do wryte a letter,
Then wyll she say she can not rede.
And if I dare not I shall not spede,
Yf I to her do wryte a letter,
Then wyll she say she can not rede.
Shall I despayre yet for all this?
Nay, nay, my hart wyll not do so.
I wold ones my swete hart kys,
A thousand times to bynd more wo.
Nay, nay, my hart wyll not do so.
I wold ones my swete hart kys,
A thousand times to bynd more wo.
I am abashed when I shuld speake
Alas! I can not my mind expresse.
Yt maketh my hart in peces breake
To se her louing gentelnes.
Alas! I can not my mind expresse.
Yt maketh my hart in peces breake
To se her louing gentelnes.
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