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thought, whom at the first I bred,
Of th'inward bale
of my loue pined hart:
and sithens haue with sighes
and sorrowes fed,
till greater then my wombe thou
woxen art.
Breake forth at length out of the inner
part,
in which thou lurkest lyke to vipers brood:
and seeke some succour both to ease my smart
and
also to sustayne thy selfe with food.
But if in
presence of that fayrest proud
thou chance to come,
fall lowly at her feet:
and with meeke humblesse and
afflicted mood,
pardon for thee, and grace for me
intreat.
Which if she graunt, then liue and my loue
cherish,
if not, die soone, and I with thee will
perish.
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