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| SPITE hath no power to make me sad, | |
| Nor scornfulness to make me plain. | |
| It doth suffice that once I had, | |
| And so to leave it is no pain. | |
| Let them frown on that least doth gain, | 5 |
| Who did rejoice must needs be glad; | |
| And though with words thou wee’nst to reign, | |
| It doth suffice that once I had. | |
| Since that in checks thus overthwart, | |
| And coyly looks thou dost delight; | 10 |
| It doth suffice that mine thou wert, | |
| Though change hath put thy faith to flight. | |
| Alas! it is a peevish spite, | |
| To yield thyself and then to part; | |
| But since thou force thy faith so light, | 15 |
| It doth suffice that mine thou wert. | |
| And since thy love doth thus decline, | |
| And in thy heart such hate doth grow; | |
| It doth suffice that thou wert mine, | |
| And with good will I quite it so. | 20 |
| Sometime my friend, farewell my foe, | |
| Since thou change I am not thine; | |
| But for relief of all my woe, | |
| It doth suffice that thou wert mine. | |
| Praying you all that hear this song, | 25 |
| To judge no wight, nor none to blame; | |
| It doth suffice she doth me wrong, | |
| And that herself doth know the same. | |
| And though she change it is no shame, | |
| Their kind it is, and hath been long; | 30 |
| Yet I protest she hath no name; | |
| It doth suffice she doth me wrong. | |
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