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THe loue
which me so cruelly tormenteth,
So pleasing is in my
extreamest paine:
that all the more my sorrow it
augmenteth,
the more I loue and doe embrace my bane.
Ne doe I wish (for wishing were but vaine)
to be
acquit fro my continuall smart:
but ioy her thrall
for euer to remayne,
and yield for pledge my poore
captyued hart
The which that it from her may neuer
start,
let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant
chayne:
and from all wandring loues which mote
peruart,
his safe assurance strongly it restrayne.
Onely let her abstaine from cruelty,
and doe me
not before my time to dy.
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