2260But ry
sing at thy name doth point out thee,
2261As his triumphant prize,
proud of this pride,
2262He is contented thy poore drudge to be
2263To
stand in thy a
ffaires,
fall by thy
side.
2264 No want of con
science hold it that I call,
2265Her loue,
for who
se deare loue I ri
se and fall.
2267IN louing thee thou know'
st I am for
sworne,
2268But thou art twice for
sworne to me loue
swearing,
2269In a
ct thy bed-vow broake and new faith torne,
2270In vowing new hate after new loue bearing:
2271But why of two othes breach doe I accu
se thee,
2272When I breake twenty:I am periur'd mo
st,
2273For all my vowes are othes but to mi
su
se thee:
2274And all my hone
st faith in thee is lo
st.
2275For I haue
sworne deepe othes of thy deepe kindne
sse:
2276Othes of thy loue,
thy truth,
thy con
stancie,
2277And to inlighten thee gaue eyes to blindne
sse,
2278Or made them
swere again
st the thing they
see.
2279 For I haue
sworne thee faire:more periurde eye,
2280To
swere again
st the truth fo foule a lie.
2282CVpid laid by his brand and fell a
sleepe,
2283A maide of
Dyans this aduantage found,
2284And his loue-kindling
fire did quickly
steepe
2285In a could vallie-fountaine of that ground:
2286Which borrowd from this holie
fire of loue,
2287A datele
sse liuely heat
still to indure,
2288And grew a
seething bath which yet men proue,
2289Again
st strang malladies a
soueraigne cure:
2290But at my mi
stres eie loues brand new
fired,
2291The boy for triall needes would touch my bre
st,
2292I
sick withall the helpe of bath de
sired,
2293And thether hied a
sad di
stemperd gue
st.
2294 But found no cure,
the bath for my helpe lies,
2295 Where
Cupid got new
fire;my mi
stres eye.
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