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[Alasse! long since I knew]

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To the Tune of,—“Francklin's is fled away.”

1

Alasse! long since I knew
What would betide;
My hopes ne'er yett spoke true,
My feares ne'er ly'de:
False tales to please my heart,
Those tell; these bring mee smart,
But still the truth th'impart,
Ne'er flatt'ring mee.

2

Yett I was apt to heare
Good newes though made;
And still would chide my feare,
When itt gayn-sayde;
This made mee entertayne
Thoughts which now proue most uayne
Beleeuing what soe fayne
I'de haue had true.

3

I fancy'de that thy mind
Was fix'd on me;
But (lasse!) my loue I find
Contemn'd by thee:
'Cause I'de not feare before
(Fond man!) I must therefore
Despayre now euer-more;
Sad is my chance.

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4

But since thy kindnesse had
Part in my fault,
I know thou wilt bee sad
To see mee caught;
And, if thou'lt not allow
Thy loue, the next best now
Is, that with pitty thou
Looke on my griefe.