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You endlesse torments that my rest oppresse,
How long will you delight in my sad paine?
Will neuer Loue your fauour more expresse?
Shall I still liue, and euer feele disdaine?
How long will you delight in my sad paine?
Will neuer Loue your fauour more expresse?
Shall I still liue, and euer feele disdaine?
Alasse now stay, and let my griefe obtaine
Some end; feede not my heart with sharpe distresse:
Let me once see my cruell fortunes gaine,
At least release, and long-felt woes redresse.
Some end; feede not my heart with sharpe distresse:
Let me once see my cruell fortunes gaine,
At least release, and long-felt woes redresse.
Let not the blame of cruelty disgrace
The honour'd title of your god-head Loue;
Giue not iust cause for me so say, a place
Is found for rage alone on me to moue.
The honour'd title of your god-head Loue;
Giue not iust cause for me so say, a place
Is found for rage alone on me to moue.
O quickly end, and doe not long debate
My needfull ayd, lest helpe doe come too late.
My needfull ayd, lest helpe doe come too late.
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