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EBBA 30159

British Library - Roxburghe
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A Lover forsaken,
Of his best Beloved.
To an excellent new Court Tune.

JOy to the person of my Love
Although that she doth me disdaine,
Fixt are my thoughts,
And cannot remove:
But yet I love in vaine.
Shall I lose the sight,
Of my joy and hearts delight,
Or shall I cease my suit;
Shall I strive to touch;
Oh no, that were too much,
She is forbidden fruit.
Ah woe is me,
That ever I did see
The beauty that did me bewitch,
But now alas I must forgoe
The treasure I esteemed so much.

Oh whither shall my sad heart go;
Or whither shall I flie;
Sad eccho shall resound my plaint
Or else alacke I needs must dye.
Shall I by her live,
That no life to me will give,
But deadly wounds my heart;
If I flie away,
O will she not cry stay,
My sorrow to convert;
Oh, no, no, no,

She will not doe so,
But comfortlesse I must be gone:
But ere I goe,
To friend or foe,
Ile love her, or I will love none.

A thousand good fortunes fall to her share
Although she hath forsaken me,
& fild my sad heart full of despaire,
Yet ever will I constant be,
For she is the Dame,
My tongue shall ever name,
For branch of modestie.
Chast in heart and minde,
Oh were she halfe so kinde,
Then would she pitty me.
Oh turne againe,
Be kinde as thou art faire,
And let me in thy bosome dwell,
So shall I gaine
The treasure of loves paino,
Till then, my dearest Love, farewell.

Printed by the Assignes of
Thomas Symcocke

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