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Rh The Crocadile with fained teares, The Fisher not so oft beguiles: As thou hast luld my simple eares, To here sweet words full fraught with wiles, that I may say, as I do prooue, VVo worth the time, I gan to loue.

Sith thou hast vowd to worke my wrack And hast no will my wealth to way: Farewell vnkinde, I will keepe backe, Such toyes as may my helth decay: and still will cry as I haue cause. Fie vpon Loue and all his lawes.

He liuelie sparkes of those two eyes, my wounded hart hath set on fire: And since I can no way deuise, To stay the rage of my desire, with sighs and trembling tears I craue my deare on me some pitie haue.

In vewing thee, I tooke such ioy, As one that sought his quiet rest: Vntill I felt the fethered boy, Ay flickring in my captiue brest: Since that time loe, in deepe dispaire, all voide of ioy, my time I weare.

The wofull prisoner Palemon. And Troylus eke kinge Pyramus sonne, Constrained by loue did neuer mone: As I my deer for thee haue done. Let pitie then requite my paines, My life and death in thee remaines.