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Faustus. I euer gaue, and giue thee still Such store of loue, as Loue hath lent me: And therefore wel thou maist content thee, That Loue doth so enrich my fill: (40) But now behold my chiefest will, That faine I would Loue thee more, if that I could.

FINIS. Bar. Yong.

¶ Sireno a Shepheard, hauing a lock of his faire Nimphs
haire, wrapt about with greene silke, mournes
thus in a Loue-Dittie.

W Hat chang’s heere, O haire, I see since I saw you? How ill fits you this greene to weare, For hope the colour due? +(5) In deede I well did hope, Though hope were mixt with feare: No other Sheepheard should haue scopeOnce to approach this heare.
Ah haire, how many dayes, (10) My Dian made me show, With thousand prettie childish playes, If I ware you or no? Alas, how oft with teares, (Oh teares of guilefull brest:) (15) She seemed full of iealous feares, Whereat I did but iest?