[XX. Shall I liue so farre distant from thee my deare]
Shall I liue so farre distant from thee my deare
Shall I liue so farre distant from thee my deare, my
onely good & sweetest pleasure, to feele pains without measure,
Ah suffer not, ah suffer not each houre t'increase my sighing,
see now my soule is flying, & if through griefe of force it
must consume, must consume, yet let it pining dye, pining dye, see now my
soule is flying, is flying, & if through griefe of force, through
griefe of force it must consume, pining dye, within thy milkwhite bosome,
within thy milkwhite bosome, bosome, within thy milkwhite bosome.
