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MADRIGALL 8.
[Why am I thus in mynde, and body wounded?]
Why am I thus in mynde, and body wounded?Oh mynde, and body mortall, and deuine!
On what sure rocke is your forte grounded?
On death? Ah no for at it you repine:
Nay both intombed in her bewties shrine
Will liue (tho shadowlike) that men astounded
At their Anatomies, when they shall vewe it,
May pitifull rewe it,
Yea but her murthering bewtie doth so shine,
Oh yet much mercilesse!
That hart desiers to liue with her which slew it,
And tho she still rest pitylesse:
Yet at her bewtie will I wonder,
Though sweet graces past repeate,
Neuer appeare (but when the threate)
Fiering my secret hart, with darte and thunder.
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