Why sit I here, alas, complaining?
With sobs and groanings, my disdaining
O, this contenteth
Whom grief tormenteth
Ah, cease this weeping, fool alas
She does but this to prove thee:
Away false comfort, no, thou canst not move me
You that saw too much mine eyes
Shall dearly buy it:
That made my heart believe I did espy it
Hence false comfort, in vain thou dost ease me
Comfort in vain, thou seekst to ease me;
Away I say then, thou canst not please me
With sobs and groanings, my disdaining
O, this contenteth
Whom grief tormenteth
Ah, cease this weeping, fool alas
She does but this to prove thee:
Away false comfort, no, thou canst not move me
You that saw too much mine eyes
Shall dearly buy it:
That made my heart believe I did espy it
Hence false comfort, in vain thou dost ease me
Comfort in vain, thou seekst to ease me;
Away I say then, thou canst not please me
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