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- Fortune My Foe
Fortune my Foe, why dost thou frown on me?
And will thy favours never better be?
Wilt thou, I say, for ever breed my pain?
And wilt thou not restore my joys again?
In vain I sigh, in vain I wail and weep;
In vain my eyes refrain from quiet sleep;
In vain I shed my tears both night and day;
- What Then Ys Love But Mourning
What then ys love but mourning?
What desire but a self-burning?
Till she that hateth doth love return
Thus I wyll mourn, thus wyll I syng,
Come away, come away, my darling.
Beauty ys but a blooming,
Youth in his glory entombing;
Time hath a while which none can stay,