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Iohn Dowland


XIII. Oh what hath ouerwrought.

      O what hath overwrought
      My all amazed thought?
      Or whereto am I brought,
      That thus in vaine haue sought,
      Till time and truth hath taught,
      I labor all for nought.
      The day I see is cleare,
      But I am nere the neere,
      For griefe doth still appeare,
      To crosse our merrie cheere,
      While I can nothing heare,
      But winter all the yeare.
      Cold, hold,
      The sun will shine warme,
      Therfore now feare no harme.
      O blessed beames,
      Where beautie streames
      Happie light to loues dreames.
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