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 * My saint I keep to me, and JOAN herself is free, JOAN fair and true! She that doth only move passions of love with LOVE. FORTUNE! adieu!

FINIS.

E. O. [i.e. EDWARD DE VERE, Earl of OXFORD.]

[The author of the following final poem in this Collection of NEWMAN'S first Quarto of 1591 is not indicated.]

If floods of tears could cleanse my follies past And smokes of sighs might sacrifice for sin; If groaning cries might salve my fault at last; Or endless moan for error, pardon win: Then would I cry, weep, sigh, and ever moan Mine error, fault, sins, follies past and gone.

I see my hopes must wither in their bud, I see my favours are no lasting flowers, I see that words will breathe no better good Than loss of time, and lightning but at hours. Then when I see, then this I say therefore, That favours, hopes and words can blind no more.

FINIS.