A Newe Ballade of a Lover/
Extollinge his Ladye. To the tune of Damon and Pithias.
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ALas my harte doth boyle,
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and burne within my breste:
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To showe to thee myne onely deere,
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my sute and sure request.
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My love no toung can tell,
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ne pen can well descrye:
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Extend thy Love for love againe?
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Or els for Love I dye.
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My love is set so suer,
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And fixed on thee so:
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That by no meanes I can abstaine,
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My faythfull love to showe,
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My wounded harte theirfore:
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To thee for helpe doth crye:
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Extend thy love for love againe,
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Or else for love I dye.
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Although the Gods were bent,
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With greedie mynde to slaye:
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My corpes with cruell panges of death,
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And lyfe to take awaye.
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yet should my faythfull harte,
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At no tyme from thee flye:
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Show love therfore for love againe,
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Or els for love I dye.
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Although the Sun were bent,
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To burne me with his beames:
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and that mine eyes throw grevos pangs,
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Should send forth bloudy streames.
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yet would I not forsake,
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But styll to thee woulde crye:
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To showe me love for love againe,
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Or els for love I dye.
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ye though ech sterre were tournd,
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Untyll a fiery darte:
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And were all ready bent with payne,
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To perce throwe out my harte.
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yet coulde I not forsake,
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To love thee faythfullye,
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Extend thy love for love againe,
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Or els for love I dye.
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ye though eche foule were formde,
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A Serpent fell to be:
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My corps to slay with bloudy wounds,
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And to devower me.
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yet would I be thine owne,
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To love full hartelye:
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Extend thy love for love againe,
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Or els for love I dye.
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ye though the Lyon were,
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with gapinge gredye Jawe:
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Readye with rygorus raggye teeth,
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My fleshe to teare and gnawe.
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yet woulde I be thine owne,
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To serve most earnestlye:
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Extend thy love, for love againe,
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Or els for love I dye.
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ye though the fishes all,
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That swymes in surginge sease:
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should swallowe me with gredy mouth
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yet could thee not apease.
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My earnest harte to thee,
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To love entyerlye:
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Extend thy love, for love againe,
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Or els for love I dye.
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ye though the earth would gape,
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And swallowe me therein:
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And that I should tormentyd be,
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In hell with every syn.
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yet would I be thy owne,
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To save or els to spyll:
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Show me therfore lyke love againe
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Or els thou dost me kyll.
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