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The desperate Louer exclaymeth his Ladyes cruelty
and threatneth to kill himselfe.
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A gorgious Gallery, of gallant Inuentions | ||
The desperate Louer exclaymeth his Ladyes cruelty and threatneth to kill himselfe.
My
ioyful dayes bee past,
My plasant yeres be gone,
My life it may not last
My graue and I am one.
My plasant yeres be gone,
My life it may not last
My graue and I am one.
My mirth, and all is fled
And I a man in woo,
Desireth to bee dead
My mischeefe to forgoe.
And I a man in woo,
Desireth to bee dead
My mischeefe to forgoe.
I burne and am a colde
I freese in middest of fire,
I see shee dooth with hold
That most I doo desire.
I freese in middest of fire,
I see shee dooth with hold
That most I doo desire.
I see that shee doth see
And yet shee wilbe blinde,
I see in healpinge mee
Shee seeketh and wil not finde.
And yet shee wilbe blinde,
I see in healpinge mee
Shee seeketh and wil not finde.
I see how shee doth wrye
When I begin to mone,
I see when I come nye
How fayn shee would be gone.
When I begin to mone,
I see when I come nye
How fayn shee would be gone.
I see shee knoweth my harte
And how I doo complayne,
I see shee knoweth my smarte
Shee seeth I doo not fayne.
And how I doo complayne,
I see shee knoweth my smarte
Shee seeth I doo not fayne.
I see my helpe at hand
I see my death also.
I see where shee doth stand
I see my cruell fo.
I see my death also.
I see where shee doth stand
I see my cruell fo.
I see, what would you more?
Shee would mee gladly kill,
And shee shall see therfore
That shee shall haue her will.
Shee would mee gladly kill,
And shee shall see therfore
That shee shall haue her will.
I cannot liue by stones
It is to harde a food,
I would be dead at once
to doo my Lady good.
It is to harde a food,
I would be dead at once
to doo my Lady good.
Shee shall haue her request
And I will haue mine ende,
Lo heere my blouddy brest
To please her most vnkinde.
And I will haue mine ende,
Lo heere my blouddy brest
To please her most vnkinde.
FINIS.
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