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At Bonyuall in Fraunce.
O fond affectyon,wounder of my Hart,
When wylt thou Cease,
to breed thy restles payne,
When comes the end,
of this my Cruell smart:
When shall my force,
beate backe thy force agayne.
When shall I saye,
this restles rage of myne:
By Reason ruld,
is banysht quyte a way,
And I escaped,
these cruell bondes of thyne:
O flamynge feend,
that seakest my decaye.
Safe thynkyng I,
Charibdis Rage to flye,
On Scylla Rocke,
In Bonyuall I dye.
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