Shall I strive with wordes to move,
when deedes receive not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please,
nor be freely heard?

Griefe alas though all in vaine,
her restlesse anguish must...Read more

Shall I strive with wordes to move,
when deedes receive not due regard?
Shall I speake, and neyther please,
nor be freely heard?

Griefe alas though all in vaine,
her restlesse anguish must reveale:
Shee alone my wound shall know,
though shee will not heale.

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