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1601

4. If I vrge my kinde desires.

       If I vrge my kinde desires,
       She vnkind doth them reiect,
       Womens hearts are painted fires
       To deceiue them that affect,
       I alone loues fires include,
       She alone doth them delude.

       She hath often vow'd her loue,
       But alas no fruit I finde,
       That her fires are false I proue,
       Yet in her no fault I finde,
       I was thus vnhappy borne,
       And ordain'd to be her scorne. 

       Yet if humane care, or paine
       May the heau'nly order change,
       She will hate her owne disdaine,
       And repent she was so strange,
       For a truer heart then I,
       Never liu'd, or lou'd to die.