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[I love (alas) but cannot shew it]
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 


46

[I love (alas) but cannot shew it]

I love (alas) but cannot shew it
I keep a fire that burnes within
Rake't up in Embers Ah could shee know it,
I might perhaps be Lov'd agen,
For a true Love may Justly call
For friendship Love reciprocall.

47

Some Gentle Courteous winde betray mee
A Sigh, by whispering in her Eare,
Or let a piteous shower convey mee
And drop into her breast a teare,
Or two or more, the hardest flint
By often dropps receives a dint.
Shall I then vexe my heart and rend it
That is allready too too weake;
No no they say Lovers may send it
By wrighting what they cannot speake,
Goe then my Muse and let this verse
Bring back my life or else my Hearse.