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EBBA 37196

British Library - 1876.f.1
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Another Excellent New Song.

THou art fair and cruel too,
I am a Maid what shall I do;
To purchase my desire,
Sometimes thine eyes do me invite,
But when I venture kill me quite,
Yet still in thee's the fire,
Oft have I thought my Love to quell,
And try its furies to repel,
Since I no hope can find,
But when I think of having thee,
My heart as much does torture me,
As 'twould rejoice, if kind.
Thus have I lov'd, though hardly us'd,
And when I proffer am refus'd.
And I'll suffer more, by coy, be cruel, come do thy worst
Though for thy sake I am accurst,
Yet ne'retheless ile love thee more,
Whom I must and will adore.

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