| Come again, sweet love doth now invite
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| Thy graces that refrain
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| To do me due delight
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| To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
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| With thee again in sweetest sympathy
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| Come again, that I may cease to mourn
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| Through thy unkind disdain
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| For now left and forlorn
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| I sit, I sigh, I weep, I faint, I die
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| In deadly pain and endless misery
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| All the day the sun that lends me shine
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| By frowns doth cause me pine
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| And feeds me with delay
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| Her smiles, my springs that makes my joy to grow
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| Her frowns the winter of my woe
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| All the night my sleeps are full of dreams
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| My eyes are full of streams
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| My heart takes no delight |