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[XXIIII. Come sorrow, helpe me to lament]

Come sorrow, helpe me to lament

Come sorrow, helpe me to lament, For plaining now must ease my heart, No pleasure can giue me content, For all delights doth breede my smart, doth breed my smart, Onely my loue can yeeld reliefe, Whose absence causeth all my griefe. causeth all my griefe. Onely my loue can yeeld reliefe. Whose absence causeth all my griefe.