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I have lovèd long, I crave reward;

Reward me not unkindly, think on kindness;

Kindness becometh those of high regard;

Regard with clemency a poor man's blindness;

Blindness provokes to pity when it crieth;

It crieth "Give!" Dear lady, shew some pity!

Pity or let him die that daily dieth;

Dieth he not oft who often sings this ditty?

This ditty pleaseth me although it choke me;

Methinks dame Echo weepeth at my moaning,

Moaning the woes that to complain provoke me.

Provoke me now no more, but hear my groaning,

Groaning both day and night doth tear my heart,

My heart doth know the cause and triumphs in the smart.