Alone musing, / Remembering
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Alone musing,
Remembering
The woeful life that I do lead,
Then sore sighing,
I lie crying
As one for pain near dead.
The unkindness
Of my mistress
In great distress hath me brought.
Yet disdaineth she
To take pity
And setteth my heart right naught.
Who would have thought
She would have wrought
Such sorrow unto my heart,
Seeing that I
Endeavoured me
From her never to depart?
Alone musing,
Remembering
The woeful life that I do lead,
Then sore sighing,
I lie crying
As one for pain near dead.
The unkindness
Of my mistress
In great distress hath me brought.
Yet disdaineth she
To take pity
And setteth my heart right naught.
Who would have thought
She would have wrought
Such sorrow unto my heart,
Seeing that I
Endeavoured me
From her never to depart?
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