| What if I never speed
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| Shall I straight yield to despair
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| And still on sorrow feed
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| That can on loss repair
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| Or shall I change my love
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| For I find pow’r to depart
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| And in my reason prove
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| I can command my heard?
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| But if she will pity my desire
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| And my love requite
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| Then ever shall she live my dear delight
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| Come, come, come, while I have a heart to
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| Desire thee
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| Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee
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| Oft have I dreamed of joy
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| Yet I never felt the sweete
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| But tired with annoy
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| My griefs each other greete
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| Oft have I left my hope
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| As a wretch by fate forlorn
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| But Love aims at one scope
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| And lost will still returne
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| He that once loves with a true desire
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| Never can depart
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| For Cupit is the king of every heart
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| Come, come, come, while I have a heart to
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| Desire thee
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| Come, come, come, for either I will love or
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| Admire thee
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| Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee |