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All the workes of Iohn Taylor the Water-Poet

Being Sixty and three in Number. Collected into one Volume by the Author [i.e. John Taylor]: With sundry new Additions, corrected, reuised, and newly Imprinted

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May humane mischiefes be compar'd with mine? Eccho. mine.
Thine, babbling Eccho, would thy tongue told true: Eccho. true.
I rue, that I alone must weepe and pine: Eccho. pine.
I pine for her, from whom my cares ensue, Eccho. sue.
I sue, I serue a marble-hearted faire, Eccho. ayre.
And ayre is all the fruit of fruitlesse loue: Eccho. loue.
Lou's hope is past, then welcom black despaire Eccho. despair.
Shall there despaire my causeles curse remoue? Eccho. moue.
Oh whither shall I moue, to ioy or paine? Eccho. paine.
Must paine be my reward for paine for aye? Eccho. aye.
Aye must my torment feed her scornfull vain? Eccho. vaine.
To ease me griefe, wil she say yea or nay? Eccho. nay.
Nay, then from loue and all his lawes I fly. Eccho. fly.
I fly, I search, I seeke the way to die. Eccho. die.