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HEN Reason heard my words she went

Her ways and left me worn and spent

With grief, till of my friend I thought,

And, pain and trouble scorning, sought

To find him, but, by God’s hand led.

He came, beheld my woe, and said:

Fair friend, I pray you say amain

What misery doth your soul enchain;

For all too plainly writ, your pale

And careworn visage tells a tale

Of new-born grief. Say then, what news?

God help me! gloom my soul bedews.