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| COMFORT thyself, my woful heart, | |
| Or shortly on thyself thee wreak; | |
| For length redoubleth deadly smart; | |
| Why sigh’st thou, heart! and wilt not break? | |
| To waste in sighs were piteous death; | 5 |
| Alas! I find thee faint and weak. | |
| Enforce thyself to lose thy breath; | |
| Why sigh’st thou, heart! and wilt not break? | |
| Thou knowest right well that no redress | |
| Is thus to pine; and for to speak, | 10 |
| Perdie! it is remediless; | |
| Why sigh’st thou then, and wilt not break? | |
| It is too late for to refuse | |
| The yoke, when it is on thy neck! | |
| To shake it off, vaileth not to muse; | 15 |
| Why sigh’st thou then, and wilt not break? | |
| To sob, and sigh it were but vain, | |
| Since there is none that doth it reck; | |
| Alas! thou dost prolong thy pain; | |
| Why sigh’st thou then, and wilt not break? | 20 |
| Then in her sight to move her heart | |
| Seek on thyself, thyself to wreak, | |
| That she may know thou suffered’st smart; | |
| Sigh there thy last, and therewith break. | |
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