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[C4v]

Vpon the glistering waue doth play, (40) such play is a pitteous plighta state of affairs to be pitied .

The glaunce into my heart did glide, hey hoe the glider: There-with my soule was sharply gridepierced , such wounds soone wexenwaxen, increase gradually in size and strength (of pain) wider. (45) Hasting to raunchpluck, pull the arrow out, hey hoe Perigot: I left the head in my heart rooteinmost heart , it was a desperateto be despaired of, incurable shot.

There it ranklethfestered aye more and more, (50) hey hoe the arrow: Ne can I finde salue for my soreremedy for my pain , loue is a curelesseincurable sorrow. And though my balebail, delivery, release; also pun on ‘bale’, destruction, death with death I bought, hey hoe heauie cheere: (55) Yet should thilkethat same Lasse notgo not, not leave from my thought, so you may buy gold too deere.

But whether in painefull loue I pine, hey hoe pinching paine: Or thriue in wealth, she shall be mine, (60) but if thou can her obtaine. And if for gracelesse griefe I dye, hey hoe gracelesse griefegrief brough about by lack of grace or favour (of the beloved) : Witnesse, she slew me with her eye, let thy folly be the preefeproof .

(65) And you that saw it, simple sheepe, hey hoe the faire Flocke:

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