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[Was I never, yet, of your love greeved]

Was I never, yet, of your love greeved:
Nor never shall, while that my liff doeth last:
But of hating myself that date is past:
And teeres continuell sore have me weried.
I will not yet in my grave be buried:
Nor on my tombe your name yfixed fast:
As cruell cause, that did the sperit sone hast
Ffrom th'unhappy bonys, by great sighes sterred.
Then, if an hert of amourous faith and will

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May content you, withoute doyng greiff,
Please it you so, to this to doo releiff:
Yf, othre wise, ye seke for to fulfill
Your disdain, ye erre, and shall not as ye wene:
And ye yourself the cause therof hath bene.