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Love, leave off with sorrow to torment me;

Let my heart's grief and pining pain content thee!

The breach is made, I give thee leave to enter;

Thee to resist, great god, I dare not venter!

Restless desire doth aggravate mine anguish,

Careful conceits do fill my soul with languish.

Be not too cruel in thy conquest gained,

Thy deadly shafts hath victory obtained;

Batter no more my fort with fierce affection,

But shield me captive under thy protection.

I yield to thee, O Love, thou art the stronger,

Raise then thy siege and trouble me no longer!