[XIIII. Why doe I fret]
Why doe I fret and grieue
Why doe I fret and grieue,
since she denies, she denies, and will no comfort giue?
Oh fatall foule decree, she stops her eares, she stops her eares, and smiles at my complaint,
complaint, and, &c. whilst wounded with disdaine, with disdaine, I seeke all
meanes I can to set me free, And yet it will not be,
O bitter, bitter paine O bitter, bitter paine, Whil'st wounded with disdaine, with disdaine,
I seeke all meanes I can to set me free, And yet it will not be,
and yet it will not be, O bitter, bitter paine, O bitter bitter paine.
