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[XIX. Madrigale. Say deare, when will your frowning leaue?]

Say deare, when will your frowning leaue?

Say deare, when will your frowning leaue? Which doth my heart of ioy bereaue, Say deare, when will your frowning leaue? when will your frowning leaue? Which doth my hart of ioy bereaue, which doth my hart of ioy bereaue, To sing and play becomes you better, becomes you better, Such pleasurs makes my hart your detter, But if you frowne, you wound my hart. And kill my soule with double smart.