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What then doth this thing profit me) A sorrow wonne or lost?
Yet all is one to me, as now I trie a flattering hope, or that that had not beene yet: (15) For if to day for want of it I die, Next day I doe no lesse for hauing seene it.
Faine would I die, to end and free This grieefe, that kills me most: If that it might be lost with me, (20) Or die when life is lost.

FINIS. Bar. Yong.

¶ Coridons Song. +

A Blithe and bonny Country-Lasse, heigh hoe bonny-Lasse, Sate sighing on the tender grasse, and weeping said: will none come wooe me? (5) A smicker Boy, a lither Swaine: heigh hoe a smicker Swaine: That in his loue was wanton faine, with smiling lookes straight came vnto her.
When as the wanton Wench espied, (10) heigh hoe when she espied, The meanes to make her selfe a Bride, she simpred smooth like bonnie-bell: