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Introductory: Goe Idle lines vnpolisht rude and base |
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I. |
In prime of youthly yeares as then not wounded |
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II. |
Long time I fought, and fiercely waged warre |
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III. |
Shee smild to see her sonne in such a rage |
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IV. |
Tho taking in her lap the God of loue |
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V. |
Hopeles and helpeles too, poore loue amated |
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VI. |
Then on the sodaine fast away he fled |
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VII. |
Now Loue triumphed hauing got the day |
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VIII. |
O what a life is it that Louers ioy |
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XVII. |
Then from her fled my hart in sorrow wrapped |
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XVIII. |
Tho with a showre of teares I entertained |
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XIX. |
My hart impos’d this penance on mine eies |
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XX. |
My hart accus’d mine eies and was offended |
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XXI. |
Fortune forwearied with my bitter mone |
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XXII. |
I saw the obiect of my pining thought |
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XXIII. |
Aye me that loue wants power to pierce the hart |
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XXIV. |
Still let me liue forlorne and die disdained |
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XXV. |
The priuate place which I did choose to waile |
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XXVI. |
It pleasd my Mistris once to take the aire |
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XXVII. |
The banke whereon I leand my restles head |
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XXVIII. |
Fast flowing teares from watery eies abounding |
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XXIX. |
Taking a truce with teares sweete pleasures foe |
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XXX. |
About the well which from mine eies did flow |
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XXXI. |
I wrote vpon there sides to eke their plaining |
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XXXII. |
Those whose kind harts sweet pittie did attaint |
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XXXIII. |
Some say that women loue for to be praised |
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XXXIV. |
Why liue I wretch and see my ioyes decay |
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XXXV. |
Amongst the Idle toyes that tosse my brayne |
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XXXVI. |
My waterie eies let fall no trickling teares |
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XXXVII. |
Where may I now my carefull corps conuay |
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XXXVIII. |
O would my loue although too late lament mee |
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XXXIX. |
Here end my sorrow, no here my sorrow springeth |
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XL. |
The common ioye, the cheere of companie |
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XLI. |
Imperious loue who in the prime of youth |
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XLII. |
O thou that rulest in Ramnis golden gate |
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XLIII. |
Long haue I swome against the wished waue |
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XLIV. |
Long haue I sued to fortune death and loue |
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XLV. |
When neither sighs nor sorrowes were of force |
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XLVI. |
My Mistres seeing her faire counterfet |
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XLVII. |
Behold deare Mistres how each pleasant greene |
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XLVIII. |
The tender buds whom cold hath long kept in |
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XLIX. |
Diana and her nimphs in siluane brooke |
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Hand, hart and eie, tucht thought and did behold |
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LI. |
Each tree did boast the wished spring times pride |
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LII. |
Each Creature ioyes Appollos happie sight |
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LIII. |
In clowdes she shines and so obscurely shineth |
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LIV. |
Blame me not deere loue though I talke at randon |
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LV. |
My loue more bright than Cinthias horned head |
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LVI. |
Were words dissolued to sighs, sighs into teares |
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LVII. |
The hunted Hare sometime doth leaue the Hound |
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LVIII. |
When as I marke the ioy of euery wight |
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LIX. |
Oft haue I raild against loue many waies |
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LX. |
Who taught thee first to sigh Alasse sweet heart? |
