The second part.
Nay will ye faith, this is more then needs
This fooling, I cannot abide,
Leaue of or in faith I must chide,
See now faith here are proper deedes,
Haue done then I now bewaile my hap,
Repentance followes with an after clap
Aye me, my ioyes are murdered with a frowne
And sorrow puls vntimely pleasure downe.
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