Love those beams that breed, All day long Breed and feed this burning: Love I quench with floods, Floods of tears, Nightly tears and mourning. But alas, tears cool this fire in vain, The more I quench, the more there doth remain. I'll go to the woods, And alone, Make my moan, O cruel: For I am deceiv'd And bereav'd Of my life, my jewel. O but in the woods, though Love be blind, He hath his spies, my secret haunts to find. Love, then I must yield To thy might, Might and spite oppressed, Since I see my wrongs, Woe is me, Cannot be redressed. Come at last, be friendly, Love, to me, And let me not endure this misery.
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