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The complaint of one being in love.

Leaue me O life, the prison of my minde,
Since nought but death can take away my lotte,
For she which likes me wel is most vnkinde,
And that which I loue best my death doth prooue.
Loue in her eyes my hopes againe reuiue,
Hopes in my thoughts doe kindle my desires,
Desire inflam'd through loue and beauty striue,
Til she (displeased with loue) my death conspires:
That loue for me, and I for Loue doe cal,
Yet she denies because she graunts not al.
Finis.