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[XXIII. Sweet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glory]

Sweet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glory

Sweet Loue: If thou wilt gaine a Monarches glory, Subdue her hart, who makes mee glad and sorry, & sorry, Out of thy golden quiuer: take thou thy strongest arrow, That will through bone and marrow, And mee and thee, And mee and thee, of griefe and feare deliuer: But come behinde, for if shee looke vppon thee, Alas poore Loue, Then thou art woe beegon thee.

[XXV. When shall my wretched life giue place to death?]

When shall my wretched life giue place to death?
That my sad cares may be inforc'd to leaue mee:
Come sadest shadow, stop my vitall breath,
For I am thine, Then let not care bereaue thee,
Of thy sad thrall: But with thy fatall dart,
Kill care, and mee, While care lies at my hart.

[XXVI. The first part. Of ioyes, & pleasing paines]

Of ioyes, & pleasing paines

Of ioyes, & pleasing paines, Of ioyes, & plesing paines, I late went singing, I late went singing, O ioyes with paines, ô paines with ioyes consenting: And little thought as then of now repenting: And little thought as then of now repenting: But now, think of my then sweet bitter stinging: All day long, I my hands, Alas alas goe wringing, The baleful notes, of which my sad tormenting, Are, ruth, & mone, frights, sobs, & loud lamenting, From hills and dales, From hills and dales in my dull eares still ringing.

[XXVII. The second part. My throte is sore, my voice is horse with skriking]

My throte is sore, my voice is horse with skriking:
My rests, are sighes, Deep from the hart root fetched:
My song runs all on sharps, & with oft striking,
time on my brest, I shrink with hands out stretched:
Thus still and still I sing, and neare am linning:
For still the close, points to my first beginning.

[XXVIII. Cruell behold, my heauie ending]

Cruell behold, my heauie ending,
See what you wrought, by your disdaining
Causelesse I die, Loue still attending,
Your hopeles pitty of my complaining,
Suffer those eies which thus haue slaine mee,
With speed, to end their killing power:
So shall you proue how Loue doth paine mee:
And see mee dye still yower.

[XXIX. Thou art but yong thou sai'st]

Thou art but yong thou sai'st,
And loues delight thou wai'st not:
Ô take time while thou mai'st,
Least when thou would'st thou mai'st not,
If loue shall then assaile thee,
A double double anguish,
will torment thee: And thou wilt wish,
(But wishes all wil faile thee,)
O mee, that I were yong againe,
And so repent thee.

[XXX. Why dost thou shoot]

Why dost thou shoot, Why dost thou shoote

Why dost thou shoot, Why dost thou shoote, and I seeke not to shield mee? why dost thou shoote, And I seeke not to shield mee I yeeld (sweet Loue) Spare then my wounded liuer, and doe not make my hart, And do not make my hart, thy arrowes quiuer. O hold; O hold; What needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee. What needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee? O hold, O hold, what needs this shooting, when I yeeld mee? What needs this shooting, What needes this shooting, when I yeeld mee.