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On a Sigh.
Go, mournful Sigh, haste to my Fair,
And to her what thou know'st declare;
Tell her, that thou wert so opprest
Within the Prison of my breast,
That having broak the Gaol, thou fled'st to her for rest.
And to her what thou know'st declare;
Tell her, that thou wert so opprest
Within the Prison of my breast,
That having broak the Gaol, thou fled'st to her for rest.
But if unkindly she deny,
Then shall thy wretched Gaoler die;
And by this means thou shalt be free
From thy Confinement, she from thee,
And I from all my grief and wretched misery.
Then shall thy wretched Gaoler die;
And by this means thou shalt be free
From thy Confinement, she from thee,
And I from all my grief and wretched misery.
But yet, poor mournful Breath, beware
Thou dost not draw from her a Tear.
For if thou dost, I will confine
Thee to this hollow Breast of mine,
And give thee no more leave or time to wander there.
Thou dost not draw from her a Tear.
For if thou dost, I will confine
Thee to this hollow Breast of mine,
And give thee no more leave or time to wander there.
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For who can tell, but she may be
So loving as to pitty thee,
And on thy sorrow notice take,
And entertain thee for my sake,
In Paradice of Joy and full felicity.
So loving as to pitty thee,
And on thy sorrow notice take,
And entertain thee for my sake,
In Paradice of Joy and full felicity.
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