1
Once did my thoughts both ebbe and flowe,
As passion did them mooue,
Once did I hope straight feare againe,
And then I was in Loue.
2
Once did I waking spend the night,
And told how many minutes mooue,
Once did I wishing waste the day,
And then I was in loue.
3
Once did my caruing true loues knot,
The weeping trres did proue,
That wounds and teares were both our lots,
And then I was in loue.
4
Once did I breath an others breath,
And in my mistris moue,
Once was I not mine owne at all,
And then I was in loue.
5
Once woare I brecelets made of hayre,
And collers did aproue,
Once were my clothes made out of waxe,
And then I was in loue.
6
Once did I Sonnet to my Saint,
My soule in number mou'd,
Once did I tell a thousand lies,
And then in trueth I lou'd.
7
Once in my eare did dangling hang,
A little turtle Doue,
Once in a word I was a foole,
And then I was in loue.
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