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2.
O deadly
rancour to a constant heart,
Frownes, and neglect, my only sauours be:
Sometimes a cold respect is granted me;
But hot flames to those eyes ioy in my smart.
Frownes, and neglect, my only sauours be:
Sometimes a cold respect is granted me;
But hot flames to those eyes ioy in my smart.
Once yet for Iustice sake weigh my hard part,
In gratefulnesse I should kinde vsage see;
For being tied alone to you els free,
Till by your wrongs now ioynd with heart-broke smart.
In gratefulnesse I should kinde vsage see;
For being tied alone to you els free,
Till by your wrongs now ioynd with heart-broke smart.
A glorious triumph you no doubt shall haue,
To crowne your victory on murders graue,
While falshood beares the armes my life hath won.
To crowne your victory on murders graue,
While falshood beares the armes my life hath won.
I onely for twise seauen yeares loue shall gaine
Change, worse then absence, or death's cruelst paine:
The last yet got, you haue your labour done.
Change, worse then absence, or death's cruelst paine:
The last yet got, you haue your labour done.
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