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LVII
[Tho I cannot your crueltie constrain]
Tho I cannot your crueltie constrain,
For my good will to favour me again;
Tho my true and faithfull love,
Have no power your hert to move,
Yet rew vpon my pain.
For my good will to favour me again;
Tho my true and faithfull love,
Have no power your hert to move,
Yet rew vpon my pain.
Tho I your thrall must evermore remain,
And for your sake my libertie restrain,
The greatest grace that I do crave
Is that ye would vouchesave
To rew vpon my pain.
And for your sake my libertie restrain,
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Is that ye would vouchesave
To rew vpon my pain.
Tho I have not deserued to obtain
So high Reward but thus to serue in vain,
Tho I shall have no redresse
Yet of right ye can no lesse
But rew vpon my pain.
So high Reward but thus to serue in vain,
Tho I shall have no redresse
Yet of right ye can no lesse
But rew vpon my pain.
But I se well that your high disdain
Wull no wise graunt that I shall more attain;
Yet ye must graunt at the lest
This my poure and small request:
Reioyse not at my pain.
Wull no wise graunt that I shall more attain;
Yet ye must graunt at the lest
This my poure and small request:
Reioyse not at my pain.
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