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 10 THE CHERRIE XVIII. Then frae I saw that god was gane, And I in languor left alane, And sair tormented too; Sometime I sighed, while I was sad, Sometime I mus'd, and maist gane mad, I wist not what to do; Sometime I rav'd, half in a rage, As ane into despair, To be oppressed with sic a page, Lord, but my heart was sair ! Like Dido, CUPIDO, I widdle and I warie, Who rest me, and left me, In sic a feire-farie. XIX. Then felt I Courage and Desire Inflame my heart with uncouth fire, To me before unknown: But now nae blood in me remains, Unburnt, unboil'd within my veins By Love his bellows blown ; To quench it ere I was devour'd With sighs I went about: But aye the more I strave to smoor't, The baulder it brak out; Ay pressing, but ceasing, While it might break the bounds, Mine hue sae, forth shew sae, The dolour of my wounds,