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3.
A Surgeon
I would aske, but 'tis too late,
To stay the bleeding wound of my hurt heart:
The roote is toucht, and the last drops depart
As weeping for succeeding others fate.
To stay the bleeding wound of my hurt heart:
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As weeping for succeeding others fate.
Alas that my kild heart should waile my state,
Or leisure haue to thinke on ought but smart,
Nor doth it, but with pitie beare a part,
With her embrac'd yours like a louing mate.
Or leisure haue to thinke on ought but smart,
Nor doth it, but with pitie beare a part,
With her embrac'd yours like a louing mate.
But now vnmarried by a new disdaine
Cold death must take the body from her loue
And thou poore heart must end for my vnworth.
Cold death must take the body from her loue
And thou poore heart must end for my vnworth.
Conscience is lost, and outward fairenes gaines
The place where worth did, or else seemd to moue,
Thus world-like change new triall still brings forth.
The place where worth did, or else seemd to moue,
Thus world-like change new triall still brings forth.
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