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Whilere I sang my song with hope so high Might win the godheads in Olympus-wone; Then for my singing 'gan I weep and moan, And now for weeping yet again weep I. When viewed my Past with meditative eye Costs me the memory such high price, I own That grief of seeing griefs so woebegone Is greatest grievance of my griefs gone by.