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Astrophels Loue is dead.
Ring out your belles, let mourning shewes be spread,
For Loue is dead.
All loue is dead infected
With plague of deepe disdaine:
Worth as nought worth reiected,
And saith faire scorne doth gaine.
From so vngratefull fancie,
From such a femall frenzie,
From them that vse men thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
For Loue is dead.
All loue is dead infected
With plague of deepe disdaine:
Worth as nought worth reiected,
And saith faire scorne doth gaine.
From so vngratefull fancie,
From such a femall frenzie,
From them that vse men thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
Weepe neighbours weepe, doe you not heare it saide
That Loue is dead?
His death-bed Peacocks follie,
His winding sheete is shame:
His will false, seeming holie,
His sole exectour blame.
From so vngratefull fancie,
From such a female frenzie,
From them that vse men thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
That Loue is dead?
His death-bed Peacocks follie,
His winding sheete is shame:
His will false, seeming holie,
His sole exectour blame.
From so vngratefull fancie,
From such a female frenzie,
From them that vse men thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
Let Dirge be sunge, and Trentals richly read,
For Loue is dead.
And wrong his Tombe ordaineth,
My Mistresse marble hart:
Which Epitaph containeth,
Her eyes were once his Dart.
From so vngratefull fancie,
From such a female frenzie,
From them that vse men thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
For Loue is dead.
And wrong his Tombe ordaineth,
My Mistresse marble hart:
Which Epitaph containeth,
Her eyes were once his Dart.
From so vngratefull fancie,
From such a female frenzie,
From them that vse men thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
Alas, I lye, rage hath this errour bred,
Loue is not dead.
Loue is not dead, but sleepeth
In her vnmatched minde:
Where shee his counsell keepeth,
Till due desert she find.
Therefore from so vile fancie,
To call such wit a frenzie.
Who loue can temper thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
Loue is not dead.
Loue is not dead, but sleepeth
In her vnmatched minde:
Where shee his counsell keepeth,
Till due desert she find.
Therefore from so vile fancie,
To call such wit a frenzie.
Who loue can temper thus:
Good Lord deliuer vs.
FINIS.
Sir. Phil. Sidney.
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