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Rh Somtimes I spend the night to end,

in dolors and in woe:

Somtime againe vnto my pain,

my chiefest ioy doth grow.

When as in minde, thy shape I finde,

as fancie doth me tell:

Whome now I knowe, as proofe doth show

I loued thee ouer wel.

How oft within my wreathed arme,

desired I to folde:

Thy Christall corps, of whom I ioyed,

more dearer than of golde.

But now disdaine, dooth breede my paine,

and thou canst not denie:

But that I loued thee ouer well:

that caused me die.

The hound that serues his Maisters will,

in raunging here and there,

The moyling Horse, that labours still,

his burthen great to beare:

In lew of paine, receiues againe,

of him which did him owe:

As Natures heast, wiles most and least

them thankefull for to showe.

The Lyon and the Tyger fierce,

as Nature doth them binde:

For loue, like loue repay againe:

in Stories we doo finde:

Those beasts and birds both wild and tame,

of frendships lore can tell:

But thy reply, willes me to die,

that loued thee ouer well.

Therfore, my deare and Darling faire,

ensample take by those,

Which equally with loue againe,

their louing mindes dispose: