Francis Pilkington

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Songs or Ayres of 4.parts:

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XI. You that pine in long desire.

   You that pine in long desire, 
                          helpe to cry. 
   Come Loue, come Loue, quench this burning fire. 
                                Least through thy wound I die. 

   2   Hope that tyres with vaine delay, 
                                      euer cryes 
   Come loue, come loue, howers and yeares decay, 
                                 In time loues treasure lyes. 

   3   All the day, and all the night 
                                still I call 
   Come loue, come loue, but my deare delight, 
                                    yealds no releefe at all. 

   4   Her vnkindnesse scornes my moane, 
                                     that still shrykes 
   Come loue, come loue, beauty pent alone 
                             dyes in her owne dislikes. 
    

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