songs,

    For botriumphs so are published,

    And I, hree.

    tle  fools be.

    IF yet I  all thy love,

    Dear, I s all ;

    I cannot breato move,

    Nor can intreat one otear to fall ;

    And all my treasure, whee,

    Sigears, and oatters I  ;

    Yet no more can be due to me,

    t t.

    If t of love ial,

    t some to me, some so others fall,

    Dear, I shee all.

    Or if t me all,

    All  all, hen ;

    But if in t since there be or shall

    Need be by other men,

    ocks entire, and can in tears,

    In sigters, outbid me,

    t new fears,

    For t vohee.

    And yet it  being general ;

    t, is mine ; w ever shall

    Gro all.

    Yet I  .

    h all can have no more ;

    And since my love dot

    Ne ore ;

    t not every day give me t,

    If t give it, t it ;

    Loves riddles are, t t depart,

    It stays at  it ;

    But we will have a way more liberal,

    ts, to join them ; so we shall

    Be one, and one anothers all.

    SEEtESt love, I do not go,

    For hee,

    Nor in he world can show

    A fitter love for me ;

    But since t I

    At t must part, tis best,

    to use myself in jest

    By feigned deato die.

    Yesternig hence,

    And yet is o-day ;

    h no desire nor sense,

    Nor  a way ;

    t me,

    But believe t I shall make

    Speedier journeys, since I take

    More han he.