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Iohn Dowland

XIIII. Farewell vnkind farewell.

      Farewell vnkind farewell, 
          to mee no more a father,
      Since my heart, my heart 
          holdes my loue most deare :
      The wealth which thou doest reape, 
          anothers hand must gather,
      Though thy heart thy heart 
          still lies buried there,
      Then farewell, then farewell, O farewell,
      Welcome my loue, welcome my joy for euer.
     
      Tis not the vaine desire 
          of humane fleeting beautie,
      Makes my mind to liue 
          though my meanes do die.
      Nor do I Nature wrong, 
          though I forget my dutie:
      Loue, not in the bloud, 
          but in the spirit doth lie.
      Then farewell, &c.