BASSVS.
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2
Thanks be to heau'n, no grieuous smart,
No maladies my limbes annoy:
I beare a sound and sprightfull heart,
Yet liue I quite depriu'd of ioy;
Since what I had in vaine I craue,
And what I had not now I haue.
3
A Loue I had so fayre, so sweet,
As euer wanton eye did see:
Once by appointment wee did meete,
Shee would, but ah it would not be:
She gaue her heart, her hand shee gaue,
All did I giue, shee nought could haue.
4
What Hagge did then my powers forespeake,
That neuer yet such taine did feele?
Now shee reiects me as one weake,
Yet am I all compos'd of steele.
Ah this is it my heart doth griue,
Now though shee sees shee'le not believe.