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[III. Ah, cruell Amarillis]

Ah, cruell Amarillis

Ah, cruell Amarillis, since thou takst delight, to heare the accents of a dolefull dittie, dittie, of a dolefull dittie, To triumph, still without remorse or pittie, I loath this life, Death must my sorrowes right, And least vaine hope, my miseries renue, Come quickly death, reaue me of breath, (Ah) cruell Amarillis, Cruell Amarillis, Amarillis, cruell Amarillis, cruell adew, adew.