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To the tune of Basciami vita mia	A
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Sleep baby mine Desire's nurse Beauty singeth	B
Thy cries O baby set mine head on aching	C
The babe cries 'Way thy love doth keep me waking	C
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Lully lully my babe Hope cradle bringeth	B
Unto my children alway good rest taking	C
The babe cries Way thy love doth keep me waking	C
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Since baby mine from me thy watching springeth	B
Sleep then a little pap Content is making	C
The babe cries Nay for that abide I waking	C
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The scourge of life and death's extreme disgrace	D
The smoke of hell the monster called Pain	E
Long shamed to be accursed in every place	D
By them who of his rude resort complain	E
Like crafty wretch by time and travel taught	F
His ugly evil in others' good to hide	G
Late harbours in her face whom Nature wrought	F
As treasure house where her best gifts do bide	G
And so by privilege of sacred seat	H
A seat where beauty shines and virtue reigns	I
He hopes for some small praise since she hath great	J
Within her beams wrapping his cruel stains	I
Ah saucy Pain let not thy terror last	K
More loving eyes she draws more hate thou hast	K
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Woe woe to me on me return the smart	L
My burning tongue hath bred my mistress pain	E
For oft in pain to pain my painful heart	L
With her due praise did of my state complain	E
I praised her eyes whom never chance doth move	M
Her breath which makes a sour answer sweet	H
Her milken breasts the nurse of child like love	N
Her legs O legs her aye well stepping feet	H
Pain heard her praise and full of inward fire	O
First sealing up my heart as prey of his	P
He flies to her and boldened with desire	O
Her face this age's praise the thief doth kiss	Q
O Pain I now recant the praise I gave	R
And swear she is not worthy thee to have	S
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Thou pain the only guest of loathed Constraint	T
The child of Curse man's weakness foster child	U
Brother to Woe and father of Complaint	T
Thou Pain thou hated Pain from heaven exiled	U
How hold'st thou her whose eyes constraint doth fear	V
Whom cursed do bless whose weakness virtues arm	W
Who others' woes and plaints can chastely bear	X
In whose sweet heaven angels of high thoughts swarm	Y
What courage strange hath caught thy caitiff heart	L
Fear'st not a face that oft whole hearts devours	Z
Or art thou from above bid play this part	L
And so no help 'gainst envy of those powers	Z
If thus alas yet while those parts have woe	A2
So stay her tongue that she no more say O	A2
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IV	S
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And have I heard her say O cruel pain	E
And doth she know what mould her beauty bears	B2
Mourns she in truth and thinks that others feign	E
Fears she to feel and feels not others' fears	C2
Or doth she think all pain the mind forbears	C2
That heavy earth not fiery spirits may plain	E
That eyes weep worse than heart in bloody tears	C2
That sense feels more than what doth sense contain	E
No no she is too wise she knows her face	C2
Hath not such pain as it makes others have	S
She knows the sickness of that perfect place	C2
Hath yet such health as it my life can save	S
But this she thinks our pain high cause excuseth	B
Where her who should rule pain false pain abuseth	B
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Like as the dove which seeled up doth fly	-
Is neither freed nor yet to service bound	D2
But hopes to gain some help by mounting high	-
Till want of force do force her fall to ground	D2
Right so my mind caught by his guiding eye	-
And thence cast off where his sweet hurt he found	D2
Hath neither leave to live nor doom to die	-
Nor held in evil nor suffered to be sound	D2
But with his wings of fancies up he goes	C2
To high conceits whose fruits are oft but small	E2
Till wounded blind and wearied spirit lose	C2
Both force to fly and knowledge where to fall	E2
O happy dove if she no bondage tried	G
More happy I might I in bondage bide	G
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In wonted walks since wonted fancies change	F2
Some cause there is which of strange cause doth rise	C2
For in each thing whereto mine eye doth range	F2
Part of my pain me seems engraved lies	C2
The rocks which were of constant mind the mark	G2
In climbing steep now hard refusal show	A2
The shading woods seem now my sun to dark	G2
And stately hills disdain to look so low	A2
The restful caves now restless visions give	S
In dales I see each way a hard ascent	H2
Like late mown meads late cut from joy I live	S
Alas sweet brooks do in my tears augment	H2
Rocks woods hills caves dales meads brooks answer me	I2
Infected minds infect each thing they see	I2
If I could think how these my thoughts to leave	S
Or thinking still my thoughts might have good end	J2
If rebel sense would reason's law receive	S
Or reason foiled would not in vain contend	J2
Then might I think what thoughts were best to think	K2
Then might I wisely swim or gladly sink	K2
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If either you would change your cruel heart	L
Or cruel still time did your beauties stain	E
If from my soul this love would once depart	L
Or for my love some love I might obtain	E
Then might I hope a change or ease of mind	L2
By your good help or in myself to find	L2
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But since my thoughts in thinking still are spent	H2
With reason's strife by senses overthrown	M2
You fairer still and still more cruel bent	H2
I loving still a love that loveth none	N2
I yield and strive I kiss and curse the pain	E
Thought reason sense time You and I maintain	E

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