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29.
Flye hence, O Ioy, no longer heere abide,
Too great thy pleasures are for my despaire
To looke on, losses now must proue my fare;
Who not long since on better foode relide.
Too great thy pleasures are for my despaire
To looke on, losses now must proue my fare;
Who not long since on better foode relide.
But foole, how oft had I Heau'ns changing spi'de
Before of mine owne fate I could haue care:
Yet now past time I can too late beware,
When nothings left but sorrowes faster ty'de.
Before of mine owne fate I could haue care:
Yet now past time I can too late beware,
When nothings left but sorrowes faster ty'de.
While I enioyd that Sunne, whose sight did lend
Me ioy, I thought that day could haue no end:
But soone a night came cloath'd in absence darke;
Me ioy, I thought that day could haue no end:
But soone a night came cloath'd in absence darke;
Absence more sad, more bitter then is gall,
Or death, when on true Louers it doth fall;
Whose fires of loue, disdaine reasts poorer sparke.
Or death, when on true Louers it doth fall;
Whose fires of loue, disdaine reasts poorer sparke.
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