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XI.
O wakned thoughts of my incensed mynde,
eternall noyes of vnconseumd desyres,
O endles plaintes dispersed in the wynde,
O sobbs, o sighs, my smokyie vapourd fyres,
O eyes sent dovne from heaunlye thrones and fyres,
the movers first of my mad mour[n]ful muse,
O vncontrolled love, quho never tyres
to sakk the humbled hartes and theme abuse,
O trustles hope, deceaving with excuse,
who maks the feblest harts exempt of feares,
O vndecaying doole through ruid refuse,
O fontaynes tuo of euerflowing teares,
O vndermyning will which works my noy,
possesss her hart that hathe displaist my Ioy!
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