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| TANGLED I was in Love’s snare, | |
| Oppressed with pain, torment with care; | |
| Of grief right sure, of joy full bare, | |
| Clean in despair by cruelty; | |
| But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, | 5 |
| For I am now at liberty. | |
| The woful days so full of pain, | |
| The weary night all spent in vain, | |
| The labour lost for so small gain, | |
| To write them all it will not be; | 10 |
| But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, | |
| For I am now at liberty. | |
| Every thing that fair, doth shew, | |
| When proof is made it proveth not so; | |
| But turneth mirth to bitter woe, | 15 |
| Which in this case full well I see; | |
| But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, | |
| For I am now at liberty. | |
| Too great desire was my guide, | |
| And wanton will went by my side, | 20 |
| Hope ruled still and made me bide, | |
| Of Love’s craft the extremity. | |
| But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, | |
| For I am now at liberty. | |
| With feigned words, which were but wind, | 25 |
| To long delays I was assign’d; | |
| Her wily looks my wits did blind; | |
| Thus as she would I did agree. | |
| But ha! ha! ha! full well is me, | |
| For I am now at liberty. | 30 |
| Was never bird tangled in lime | |
| That brake away in better time, | |
| Than I, that rotten boughs did climb, | |
| And had no hurt but scaped free. | |
| Now ha! ha! ha! full well is me, | 35 |
| For I am now at liberty. | |
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