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( 7 ) Oh! taunch this bootles tear,

thy weeping is in vain;

I am not lot, for we in heav'n

hall one day meet again.

With that he turn’d aide,

as one dipo'd to leep,

And like a lamb departed life,

while friends did orely weep.

Her true love eeing this,

did fetch a grievous groan,

And tho' his heart would burt in two,

and thus he made his moan

Oh! dimal unhappy day!

a day of grief and care,

That hath bereaved me of my love

whoe beauty was o fair.

Now woe unto the world,

and all therein that dwell;

Oh, that I were in heaven,

for here I live in hell.