O miserable sorrow withouten cure!
CLXVIII
O miserable sorrow withouten cure!
If it please thee, lo, to have me thus suffer,
At least yet let her know what I endure
And this my last voice carry thou thither
Where lived my hope now dead forever;
For as ill grievous is my banishment
As was my pleasure when she was present.
O miserable sorrow withouten cure!
If it please thee, lo, to have me thus suffer,
At least yet let her know what I endure
And this my last voice carry thou thither
Where lived my hope now dead forever;
For as ill grievous is my banishment
As was my pleasure when she was present.
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