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[I.]

[Sinke downe proud thoughts, your mounting hopes must now descend]

1

Sinke downe proud thoughts, your mounting hopes must now descend,
Come griefe and care, hence ioyes your triumph now must end,
Heauens now will smile no more my light is shaded,
I pine without redresse, my life my spirits like flowers are faded.

2

O time conceale my woe, in mine owne teares drowne my distresse,
Griefes none should know, when none their anguish can redresse,
Pale Death hath pierst my blood, and forth it streameth,
I sleepe, and to my trance, my head my heart of sorrow dreameth.