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 But Love came by, to quench my sleep, And here’s my sundered heart; And bitter’s my woe, and black, and deep, And little I guessed a part.

Yet this there is to cool my breast, And this to ease my spell; Now if I were Love’s, like all the rest, Then can I be Death’s, as well.

And he shall have me, sworn and bound, And I’ll be done with Love. And better I’ll be below the ground Than ever I’ll be above.