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(22) Torment of absence and delay
[I]
Torment of absence and delay,That thus afflicts my memorie,
Why dost thou kill me every day,
Yet will not give me leave to die:
Why dost thou suffer me to live?
All hope of life in life denying;
Or to my patience tortures give,
Never to die, yet ever dying.
II
To fair Narcissa's brighter eyes,I was by Loves instruction guided,
A happiness I long did prize,
But now am from their light divided.
Favours and gifts my Suit obtain'd,
But envyous Fate would now destroy them;
Which if to lose I only gain'd,
What greater pain then to enjoy them.
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