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CCXII
[The Joye so short, alas, the paine so nere]
The Joye so short, alas, the paine so nere,
The waye so long, the departure so smarte,
The furst sight, alas, I bought to dere,
That so sodainelye now from hens must parte;
The bodye gone, yet remaine shall the herte
With her, wiche for me salte teris ded Raine,
And shall not chaunge till that we mete againe.
The waye so long, the departure so smarte,
The furst sight, alas, I bought to dere,
That so sodainelye now from hens must parte;
The bodye gone, yet remaine shall the herte
With her, wiche for me salte teris ded Raine,
And shall not chaunge till that we mete againe.
Tho tyme doth passe, yet shall not my love;
Tho I be farre, alwayes my hert is nere;
Tho other chaunge, yet will not I remove;
Tho other care not, yet love I will and fere;
Tho other hate, yet will I love my dere;
Tho other woll of lightnes saye adewe,
Yet woll I be founde stedefast and trewe.
Tho I be farre, alwayes my hert is nere;
Tho other chaunge, yet will not I remove;
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Tho other hate, yet will I love my dere;
Tho other woll of lightnes saye adewe,
Yet woll I be founde stedefast and trewe.
When other laughe, alas, then do I wepe;
When other sing, then do I waile and crye;
When other runne, perforcyd I am to crepe;
When other daunce, in sorro I do lye;
When other Joye, for paine welnere I dye;
Thus brought from welthe, alas, to endles paine,
That undeseruid, causeles to remayne.
When other sing, then do I waile and crye;
When other runne, perforcyd I am to crepe;
When other daunce, in sorro I do lye;
When other Joye, for paine welnere I dye;
Thus brought from welthe, alas, to endles paine,
That undeseruid, causeles to remayne.
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