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To vnfortunat and pure Æmilian at Court.
Emilian begs with heart half-brok for sorrow,Yet finds not frute at all, but long delay:
As leaue me now, or come againe to morrow,
My lasure serues not yet, I pray thee stay:
None pitties thee Æmilian, do not griue,
They get no thing, that haue no thing to giue.
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