The Second part.
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EVen as the flye that flies in flame,
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Till she be burned in the same;
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So did I surfet in desire,
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Untill my hart was set on fire;
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Which when my true love did behold,
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Her hottest love was soone growne cold.
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Then hang me, etc.
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I gave her rings and gemmes of gold,
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The best that might be bought or sold;
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Perfumed Gloves and suchlike things,
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That unto love contentment brings;
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Which she received in good part,
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But she dissembled in her heart.
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Then hang me, etc.
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A thousand times she did protest,
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That of all men she lov'd me best;
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And that while we had breath and life,
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I should be husband, she the wife;
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But all those sollemne vowes are broke,
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Another man hath struck the stroke.
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Then hang me, etc.
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You batchelers that heare my song,
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Trust not too much a flattering tongue;
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This with the proverbe I impart,
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The smoothest tongue, the falsest hart;
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Learne you this precedent of me,
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Let me a patterne to you be.
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And hang me, if I do adore,
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A false dissembler any more.
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The man that lives a single life,
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And doth desire to have a wife;
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Except you know them to be just,
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Take heed I pray, see whom you trust;
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Waste not your good and time in vaine,
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Lest you like me in time complaine.
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But hang me, etc.
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I first and last six loves have had,
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Of faces faire, but actions bad;
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I termed them to be Ladies all,
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But such as they have caus'd my fall;
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Especially she that was last,
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Had linckt my hart in here too fast.
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But let them hang me at the dore,
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If ever I dote upon them more.
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