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| Farewell Crueltye lodged in greate Bewtye |
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| Wher leaste of all I dyd susspecte |
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| Yf ever I doe tribute yeelde agayne |
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| Mistres, thinke nott it is alone the flattringe hue |
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| The Prisone sweet that Captyve holdes my mynde |
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| False Craessyde have yow chaungde your mynde |
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