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XXIIII. You mourne: And Goddesses desend

You mourne: And Goddesses desend, and ayde my soule with sadnesse

You mourne: And Goddesses desend, and ayde my soule with sadnesse, and aide my soule with sadnesse, and my sprite, Sadnesse is fittest now, sadnesse is fittest now for mee t'intend, Let heauinesse and griefe, bee my delight. And pensiue sorrow alwaies in my sight: and pensiue sorrow in my sight, I pray thee stand and help mee sing lamenting, The powers deuine, to it are all assenting.