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5. Mr Wylson

O catife corps that long hast felt
ye present panges of death
Shall that not bee thy chaunce at last
to yelde thy Natall breath

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But still to stay & not reuolue
nor yet from flame returne
But aye alas wth trubling harte
in aethna still to burne
Alas what hevey hape haue I
that still must loue obay
Till that my daunted hart shall mone
& still in it cane staye
O greede griphes cū late my geste
no longer let mee staye
O fures all wth cruell hand
doo all my lymes arraye
Let mee not be in thraldome thus
by loue as one agaste
O death ere shee that death shall cause
cum chaūge my case at last
Cū chaūge my case that I sustaȳe
or speedey hand shall geue
Unnaturale deathe wch long I wisht
so loth I am to liue
Alas Leander why do I impute
to the a blame
For yelding lyfe to earnest loue
where I do mene the same
Nothing cane quench my aching flames
In vayne for helpe I call
In fyne therefore o sacred dame
thow shalt haue life & all
To one I come not yet yt shur[e]
that better dooth deserue
Therefore my last & gasping hes[t]
to honor the shall serue.

finis per mē

R. E.