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Rh 'Tis in vain, in vain to fly me, &emsp;, I will till purue; Twenty thouand times deny me, &emsp;I will kneel and weep anew.

ne'er hall make me languih, &emsp;I was born avere to love; Lovers' ighs, and tears, and anguih, &emsp;Mirth and patime to me prove.

Still I vow with patient duty &emsp;Thus to meet your proudet corn; You for unrelenting beauty, &emsp;I for contant love was born.

But the fates had not conented, &emsp;Since they both did fickle prove; Of her corn the maid repented, &emsp;And the hepherd—of his love.