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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.