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[Aye mee, my wonted ioyes forsake mee]

Aye mee, my wonted ioyes forsake mee,
& deep dispaire doth ouertake mee,
I whilome sung, but now I weep,
thus sorrowes run when ioy doth creep,
I wish to liue, & yet I dye,
for loue hath wrought, my misery.