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5. Out alas! my faith is ever true,


3. All the day the sun, that lends me shine,
Yet will she never rue,
By frowns does cause me pine,
Nor yield me any grace,
And feed me with delay,
Her eyes of fire, her heart of flint is made:
Her smiles, my springs that make my joys to grow,
Whom tears nor truth may once invade.
Her frowns the winters of my woe.
6. Gentle Love, draw forth thy wounding dart,
4. All the night my sleeps are full of dreams,
Thou canst not pierce her heart:
My eyes are full of streams,
For I, that do approve
My heart takes no delight
By sighs and tears, (more hot than are thy shafts)
To see the fruits and joys that some do find,
Do tempt: while she, for triumphs, laughs.
And mark the storms are me assign'd.
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