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EBBA 31943

University of Glasgow Library - Euing
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A Lover forsaken of his Love.
To a 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 sute,
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 esteemd so much.

Oh whither shall my sad heart goe,
Or whither shall I flye?
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,
Oh will she not cry stay,
My sorrowes to connect?

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 thousad good fortunes fall to her share,
Although she hath forsaken me,
& filld 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 modesty,
Chast in heart and mind,
Oh were she halfe so kind,
Then would she pitty me.
Oh turne againe,
Be kind as thou art faire,
And let me in thy bosome dwell,
So shall I gaine,
The treasuer of loves paine:
Till then, my dearest Love, farewell.

Printed at London by G.P.

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