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XLII.

O nights, no nights bot ay a daylye payne!
o dayes, no dayes bot cluddie nights obscure!
o lyfe most lothd, transchandge in deathe againe!
o doole, no doole bot certen deathe and suire!
o harte, no harte bot rok and marble dure
quhair wawes of woe with tempests stryketh soare!
o eyes, which ay against my harte conteure!
o teares, no teares bot of salt streames the store!
o heavens, no heavens bot cahos of disglore!
o godds, the guyders of my best hard happ!
o dame, quho dothe depress all reuthe and smore!
o nights, day, lyfe, o doole of deathe the trapp,
o harte, o eyes, o teares, o godds, and dame,
quhen sal her frosts be warmed be my flame?