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IX. Ye restles thoughts

Ye restles thoughts, that harbour discontent
Cease your assaults, and let my hart lament,
And let my tongue haue leaue to tel my griefe,
That shee may pittie though not graunt reliefe,
Pittie would help (alas) what loue hath almost slaine,
And salue the wound that festred this disdaine.