1 Shall I then hope when faith is fled ? Can I seeke loue when hope is gone ? Or can I liue when Loue is dead ? Poorely hee liues that cna loue none. Her vowes are broke, and I am free, Shee lost her faith in longing mee. 2 When I compare mine owne euents, When I weigh others like annoy ; All doe but heape vp discontents, That on a beauty build their ioy. Thus I of all complaine, since shee All faith hath lost in loosing mee. 3 So my deare freedome haue I gain'd, Through her vnkindnesse, and disgrace, Yet could I euer liue enchain'd, As shee my seruice did embrace. But shee is chang'd, and I am free, Faith failing her, Loue dyed in mee.
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