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17. If she forsakes me.

                       1
       If she forsake me I must die,
           Shall I tell her so,
       Alas then strait wil she replie,
           no no no no no,
       If I disclose my desp'rat state
       She will but make sport thereat
           And more vnrelenting grow.

                       2
       What heart can long such paines abide,
           Fie vppon this loue,
       I would aduenture farre and wide,
           If it would remoue,
       But loue will still my steppes pusue,
       I cannot his wayes eschew,
           Thus still helpeles hopes I proue.

                       3
       I doe my loue in lines commend,
           But alas in vaine,
       The coftly gifts that I doe send,
           She returnes againe,
       Thus still is my despaire procur'd,
       And her malice more assurd,
           Then come death and end my paine.