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LVIII.

Loue for my loss is changde in fyres and wormes,
which doith inflam my spreits and hert dois gnawe,
and vowing treuthe all falseoode euen performes,
pretending reuthe, yet rigour dois bot shawe:
my forces ar bot frayle, yet gainst all lawe
he armed me vnarmed dois invayde;
he sees my teares, he heares the sighs I blawe,
and maks my service thankleslye repayed.
I see him now in ambushe closlye layd
amangs the roses rid and lillyies quhyte;
I see him now to mak my forces fayde
be rubyeis which me burne and perles that byte;
And thought I see this loss I can not shun,
quhils naked now into the fyre I run.