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THE VOW.
I vow to leave thee, Love, I said,
Thy thrall no more I'll be.
Come, Love replied, here lay thy head,
And I will comfort thee.
Thy thrall no more I'll be.
Come, Love replied, here lay thy head,
And I will comfort thee.
There as I laid my weeping face
(My heart with woe was sick)
An arrow standing from the case
Did sting me to the quick.
(My heart with woe was sick)
An arrow standing from the case
Did sting me to the quick.
Oh, cruel Love, I cried, to pay
My easy fondness so:
Thou bidst me go when I would stay,
And stay when I would go.
My easy fondness so:
Thou bidst me go when I would stay,
And stay when I would go.
Thy treacherous lips no more I'll meet,
By hope abusèd still;
For they are poison when most sweet,
And honey where they kill.
By hope abusèd still;
For they are poison when most sweet,
And honey where they kill.
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