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Man like a Prophet of ensuing yeeres, Beginnes his life with cryes, hee ends with paine, The rest is so distract twixt hopes and feares, That life seemes but a loffe and death a gaine, My hopelesse loue is like my haplesse life, Begun in paine, and ends it selfe in griefe. |
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Yet death in one's an end of paine and feares, But cruell Loue though euer liuing dyes: And shee that giues me death when death appeares Reuiues my dying hopes, and death denyes. My hopelesse loue is like my haplesse life, Begun in paine, and ends it selfe in griefe. |
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