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The smoky sighes

The louer accusing hys loue for her vnfaithfulnesse, pnrposeth

to liue in libertie.

The smoky sighes the bitter teares,
That I in vaine haue wasted:
The broken slepes, the wo and feares,
That long in me haue lasted:
The loue and all I owe to thee,
Here I renounce and make me free.
Which fredome I haue by thy guilt,
And not by my deseruing,
Since so vnconstantly thou wilt,
Not loue, but still be swaruyng.
To leue me oft which was thine owne,
Without cause why as shalbe knowen.
The frutes were faire the which did grow,
Within thy garden planted,
The leaues were grene of euery bough,
And moysture nothing wanted,
Yet or the blossoms gan to fall,
The caterpiller wasted all.
Thy body was the garden place,
And sugred wordes it beareth,
The blossomes all thy faith it was,
Which as the canker wereth.
The cater piller is the same,
That hath wonne thee and lost thy name.

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I meane thy louer loued now,
By thy pretended folye,
Which will proue lyke, thou shalt fynd how,
Vnto a tree of holly:
That barke and bery beares alwayes,
The one, byrdes feedes, the other slayes.
And right well mightest thou haue thy wish
Of thy loue new acquaynted:
For thou art lyke vnto the dishe
That Adrianus paynted:
Wherin wer grapes portrayd so fayre
That fowles for foode did there repayre.
But I am lyke the beaten fowle
That from the net escaped,
And thou art lyke the rauening owle
That all the night hath waked.
For none intent but to betray
The sleping fowle before the day.
Thus hath thy loue been vnto me
As pleasant and commodious,
As was the fyre made on the sea
By Naulus hate so odious.
Therwith to trayn the grekish host
From Troyes return where they wer lost.