Amantium irae Amoris redintegratio est.
The falling out of Lovers, is the renewing of Love
To the tune of the Meddow brow.
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COme my best and deerest,
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come sit thee downe by me:
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When thou and I am neerest,
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breeds my felicitie:
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To verifie the Proverbe,
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would set my heart at rest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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My faire and chast Penelope,
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declare to me thy minde:
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Wherein I have offended thee,
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to make the prove unkinde:
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I never urgd the cause
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in earnest or in jest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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Thy beauty gave me much content,
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thy vertue gave me more:
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Thy modest kinde civility,
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which I doe much adore:
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Thy modest stately Jesture,
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lives shrined in my brest:
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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How dearely I have loved thee,
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thou wilt confesse and tell:
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More then my tongue can here expresse,
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my fayre and sweetest Nell:
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Oh hadst thou bin but true in love,
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I had beene double blest:
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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And wilt thou then forsake me love,
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and thus from me be gone,
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Whom I doe hold my turtle dove,
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my peerlesse Parragon:
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The Phoenix of the world,
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and pillow of my rest:
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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Fayre Cynthia the want of thee
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doth breed my overthrow:
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My body is my agony
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doth melt away like snow.
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The plagues of Egipt could no more
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torment my tender brest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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Now I like weeping Niobe
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may wash my hands in teares,
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Whilst others gaine the love of thee
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I daunted am with feares.
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Now may I sigh and waile in woe,
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disasterously distrest.
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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And thus in brevitie of time
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I sadly end my ditty:
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Which here am left to starve & pine,
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without remorse or pitty.
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Yet will I prey that still thou maist
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remaine among the bl[e]st.
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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The Maydes Answere, To the same tune.
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THough falling out of faithfull friends
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renewing be of love:
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A change of time will make amends
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a turtle I may prove.
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And till that change of time
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with patience be thou blest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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The tryall of Penelope
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in me is proved true,
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Mis doubt thou not my constancie,
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the turtle keepes her hew.
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And to her chosen mate
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doth beare a loyall brest:
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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The faithfull knot of love is bound
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I rest thy deare for ever.
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Thy pining heart with bleeding wound
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is cured by the giver.
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The shaft of love I shot
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returnes into my brest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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I made but tryall of thy heart,
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how constant it would be:
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And now I see thou wilt not start
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nor fleet away from me:
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Though Cressida I prove,
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yet Troylus thou wilt rest.
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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Account me for no woman kinde,
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if I undoe the knot:
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Or beare the false & faithlesse minde
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to have the same forgot,
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That once betwixt us two,
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were sealed in each brest.
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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The silver Moone shall shine by day,
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the golden Sunne by night.
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Ere I will goe that wanton way,
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wherein some take delight.
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But for AEneas I
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with Dido pierce my brest.
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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Though I have beene untrue, unjust
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and changing like the Moone:
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Yet in thy kindnesse doe I trust
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that I may have this boone:
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That sweet forgivenesse may
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bring comfort from thy brest.
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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You chryst[a]ll Planets shine all cleer
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and light a Lovers way:
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Let me imbrace my lovely Deere,
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which was I doubt a stray:
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If once I get the same
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Ile feede it in my brest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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Come mourne with me each loving Lasse
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that Cupids darlings be
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Gran love wil change like wiltered grasse
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the same behold in me,
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If I had stedfast beene
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then had my love beene blest,
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Amantium irae amoris
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redintegratio est.
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