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A renouncing of hardly escaped loue.
Farewell
the hart of crueltie.
Though that with payne my libertie
Deare haue I bought, and wofully
Finisht my fearfull tragedy.
Of force I must forsake such pleasure:
A good cause iust, sins I endure
Therby my wo, whiche be ye sure,
Shall therwith go me to recure.
Though that with payne my libertie
Deare haue I bought, and wofully
Finisht my fearfull tragedy.
Of force I must forsake such pleasure:
A good cause iust, sins I endure
Therby my wo, whiche be ye sure,
Shall therwith go me to recure.
I fare as one escapt that fleeth,
Glad he is gone, and yet styll feareth
Spied to be caught, and so dredeth
That he for nought his paine leseth.
In ioyfull payne reioyce my hart,
Thus to sustaine of ech a part.
Let not this song from thee astart.
Welcome among my pleasant smart.
Glad he is gone, and yet styll feareth
Spied to be caught, and so dredeth
That he for nought his paine leseth.
In ioyfull payne reioyce my hart,
Thus to sustaine of ech a part.
Welcome among my pleasant smart.
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