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[Neither sighs, nor tears, nor mourning]
Neither sighs, nor tears, nor mourning,
Protestations,
Imprecations,
Moves not her, nor quench my burning,
She so fridged,
& so ridged,
That my love procures but scorning.
Protestations,
Imprecations,
Moves not her, nor quench my burning,
She so fridged,
& so ridged,
That my love procures but scorning.
When I follow her she flies me,
Swiftly running
With more cunning
Then the Hare or Bird that spies me,
Still disdaining
My complaining,
And to heare my griefe denies me.
Swiftly running
With more cunning
Then the Hare or Bird that spies me,
Still disdaining
My complaining,
And to heare my griefe denies me.
Say alone, must it be so then?
Shall she glory in my story,
In my story,
And I unrevenged go then?
Prithee Cupid
Be not stupid,
Bend in my defence thy Bow then.
Shall she glory in my story,
In my story,
And I unrevenged go then?
Prithee Cupid
Be not stupid,
Bend in my defence thy Bow then.
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