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4. Once did I loue and yet I liue.

                      1    
       Once did I loue and yet I liue,
       Though loue and truth be now forgotten.
       Then did I ioy nowe doe I grieue,
       That holy vowes must needs be broken.

                      2 
       Hers be the blame that caus'd it so,
       Mine be the griefe though it be little,
       Shee shall haue shame I cause to know:
       What tis to loue a dame so fickle.

                      3 
       Loue her that list I am content,
       For that Camelion like shee changeth,
       Yeelding such mistes as may preuent:
       My sight to view her when she rangeth.

                      4 
       Let him not vaunt that gaines my losse,
       For when that he and time hath prou'd her,
       Shee may him bring to weeping crosse:
       I say no more because I lou'd her.