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••he true hearted L•••••••• OR
A Young-man sent a letter to his Love,
Shewing to her his mind could not remove:
But for true love he love againe doth crave,
If false she prove, then he must to the Grave.
To the Tune of, I fancy none but thee alone.
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MY loving friend I doe commen••
my selfe most kindly unto you,
Wishing your health your joy and wea••••h
most like unto a Lover true,
For Cupids dart, hath struck my he•••…•••…
and I no remedy can finde,
Your love it is, the cause of this,
therefore sweet Love proue not unkind.
Your love so soone, my heart did woun••
that I no longer can forbeare.
••ill you my love, with it be mou'd,
and that an answere I doe heare,
I shall not rest, for I protest,
that I doe love you as my heart,
Therefore my deare, let love appeare,
to love againe it is thy part.
If thou should'st not what were my lot
the time and day I should repent
That ever my love, to thée I mo〈…〉〈…〉
my heart with sorrow ••••••ld be spent,
Because my love, cannot remoue.
but it will bréeve my deadly paine,
Then swéet prove kind, that I may find,
for love, fou••e love of thée againe.
Or else my paine will still remaine,
no joy nor comfort I can have.
Vntill that death hath stopt my breath,
and brought my body to the grave,
Thy lovely lookes, are bayteing hookes,
and they so fast have catcht my heart,
That none but thée, can remedy,
my griefe, my woe, my paine and smart.
Séeing in thy hands, my life if stands,
consider well my griefe and mone,
If thou didst knowe, the griefe and woe,
that I suffer for thée alone,
Thy heart I thinke, if it were flint,
it could not chuse but grant me love,
For I love thée, most faithfully,
and till I die Ile not remoue.
So Love adue, thy lover true,
••••ll he doth heare from thée againe,
Praies for thy health, thy joy and wealth,
hopeing thou will not bréed his paine,
So I will pray both night and day
the Lord to have thée in hi•• 〈…〉〈…〉
So till I heare, from thée my d••••••••
adue my love, and onely swéet〈…〉〈…〉