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Vnquiet
thoughts.
Who
euer thinkes or hopes of loue for loue.
My thoughts
are winged with hopes.
If my
complaints could passions moue.
Can she
excuse my wrongs with vertues cloake.
Now, O now I
needs must part.
Deare if you change
Ile neuer chuse againe.
Burst forth my
teares.
Goe
crystall teares.
Thinkst thou then by thy
fayning.
Come away,
come sweet loue
Rest a
while you cruell cares.
Sleep wayward
thoughts.
All
ye whom loue or fortune hath betrayd.
Wilt
thou vnkinde thus reaue me of my heart ?
Would
my conceit that first enforst my woe.
Come againe
: sweet loue doth now inuite.
His
golden locks time hath to siluer turnd.
Awake
sweet loue thou art returnd.
Come
heauy sleepe.
Away
with these self-louing lads.
A
Galliard for two to play vpon one Lute.
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