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XVI.

Ten thousand wayes love hes enflamd my harte,
and nature greivd me with far moe agayne;
yea, fortoun in my losses playes her parte,
and with dissembled shawes protracts my payne.
Love doth in hardest knotts my harte enchayne,
and nature discords in my senses place,
and fortoun crosses iust deserts agayne,
and maks me cludds of toyes for ioyes embrace:
so liue I plundge, yea, drovned in disgrace,
and triple foes doth mak me perrish thryse;
I see my wrak, and authours I embrace;
Vnlovd, I love theme that my deathe devyse:
thus wemen tuoe and a chyld forlorne
conspyrs all thrie in killing me to scorne.