[XVIII. Cruell, why dost thou flye mee]
Cruell, cruell, why dost thou flye mee
Cruell, cruell, why dost thou flye mee, why dost thou flye mee,
Why dost thou flye mee, If so my death so great content may winne thee,
Thou hast my hart within thee, thou hast my hart within thee, dost yu thinck by thy
flying, cruell, to see mee dying? to see me dying? to see me
dying? Oh, oh none alyue can die, none alyue can dye, none aliue can die, Oh
none alyue can die hurtlesse vngrieued, and grief can no man feele, of hart depriued,
of hart depriued, Oh, none aliue can die, none aliue can die,
hurtlesse vngrieued, & griefe can no man feele, of hart depriued, of
hart depriued, of hart depriued.
