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Water, water I espy; Come and cool ye, all who fry In your loves; but none as I.

Though a thousand showers be Still a-falling, yet I see Not one drop to light on me.

Happy you who can have seas For to quench ye, or some ease From your kinder mistresses.

I have one, and she alone, Of a thousand thousand known, Dead to all compassion.

Such an one as will repeat Both the cause and make the heat More by provocation great.

Gentle friends, though I despair Of my cure, do you beware Of those girls which cruel are.

Am I despised because you say, And I dare swear, that I am gray? Know, lady, you have but your day: And time will come when you shall wear Such frost and snow upon your hair;