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IF SHE DERYDE ME.
Great and good, if she deryde mee,
Let me walke, I'le not despaire;
Ere to morrow I'le provide mee
One as great, lesse prowd, more faire:
Thay that seeke loue to constraine
Haue their labour for their paine.
Let me walke, I'le not despaire;
Ere to morrow I'le provide mee
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Thay that seeke loue to constraine
Haue their labour for their paine.
They that strongly can impórtune,
And will never yeild nor tyre,
Gayne the pay in spight of Fortune;
But such gaine I'le not desyre:
Where they prize is shame or sinn:
Wynners loose, and loosers wynn.
And will never yeild nor tyre,
Gayne the pay in spight of Fortune;
But such gaine I'le not desyre:
Where they prize is shame or sinn:
Wynners loose, and loosers wynn.
Looke vpon the faithfull louer:
Grief stands painted in his face;
Groanes and teares and sighs discouer
That they are his only grace:
Hee must weepe as childrenn doe,
That will in ye fashion wooe.
Grief stands painted in his face;
Groanes and teares and sighs discouer
That they are his only grace:
Hee must weepe as childrenn doe,
That will in ye fashion wooe.
I, whoe flie these idle fancies
Which my dearest rest betraye,
Warn'd by others' harmfull chances,
Vse my freedome as I may.
When all the world says what it cann,
'Tis but—Fie, vnconstant mann!
Which my dearest rest betraye,
Warn'd by others' harmfull chances,
Vse my freedome as I may.
When all the world says what it cann,
'Tis but—Fie, vnconstant mann!
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