Oh, that ever I was born Service so to be refused; Faithful love to be forborn! Never love was so abused.

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Ah, poor Love, why dost thou live, Thus to see thy service lost; If she will no coｒeaｄ•9９ｃsw•coｍmfort give, Make an end, yield up the ghost!

But, sweet Love, be still awhile; She that hurt thee, Love, may heal thee; Sweet! I see within her smile M九_九_藏_書ore than reason can reveal thee.

That she may, at length, approve That she hardly long believed, That the heart will die for love That is not in time relieved.