Come again, sweet love doth now invite, thy graces that refrainto do me due delight.
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die with thee againin sweetest sympathy
Come again, that I may cease to mournthrough thy unkind disdainfor now left and forlorn.
I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die, in deadly painand endless misery
Gentle love, draw forth thy wounding dart: Thou canst not pierce her heart; For I that do approve.
By sighs and tearsmore hot than arethy shafts, did tempt while shefor scanty tryumphs laughs.

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