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 O my Thought! my Thoughts surcease! Thy delights, my woes increase. My life melts with too much thinking. Think no more! but die in me, Till thou shalt revivèd be; At her lips my nectar drinking.

FINIS. Sir P[HILIP] S[IDNEY]. [Here end the Other Songs of variable verse in the first Quarto of 1591. The next Song first occurs in the Arcadia impression.]   ELEVENTH SONG. Who is it that this dark night, Underneath my window plaineth? ''It is one who from thy sight, Being, ah! exiled; disdaineth Every other vulgar light.''

Why, alas! and are you he? Be not yet those fancies changèd? ''Dear! when you find change in me, Though from me you be estrangèd; Let my change to ruin be.''

Well in absence this will die. Leave to see! and leave to wonder! Absence sure will help, if I Can learn how myself to sunder From what in my heart doth lie.