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At her fair hands how have I grace entreated
With prayers oft repeated!
Yet still my love is thwarted:
Heart, let her go, for she'll not be converted
Say, shall she go? O no, no, no!
She is most fair, though she be marblehearted.
How often have my sighs declared my anguish,
Wherein I daily languish!
Yet still she doth procure it:
Heart, let her go, for I cannot endure it
Say, shall she go? O no, no, no!
She gave the wound, and she alone must cure it.
The trickling tear that down my cheeks have flowed,
My love have often showed,
Yet still unkind I prove her.
Heart, let her go, for nought I do can move her;
Say, shall she go? O no, no, no!
Though me she hate, I cannot choose but love her.
