What if I never speed,
shall I straight yield to despair,
and still on sorrow feed
that can no loss repair;
or shall I change my love,
for I find pow`r to depart,
and in my reason prove
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What if I never speed,
shall I straight yield to despair,
and still on sorrow feed
that can no loss repair;
or shall I change my love,
for I find pow`r to depart,
and in my reason prove
I can command my heart?
But if she will pity my desire,
and my love requite,
then ever shall she live my dear delight.
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee.
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.

Oft have I dreamed of joy,
yet I never felt the sweete,
But tired with annoy,
my griefs each other greete.
Oft have I left my hope,
as a wretch by fate forlorn,
But Love aims at one scope,
and lost will still returne.
He that once loves with a true desire
never can depart,
For Cupid is the king of every heart.
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee.
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.

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