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Let me not to twilight of tears;

Of where I'll nap on bed of mourn.

To live I be then all it bears,

'Til life will cease and soul may burn.

Too long I've live in decent heart;

Of untruth nor loathsome, none clouds.

Spoils not my pleasures on loves part,

And enmity retires not shrouds.

'Tis none but happiness I meet

In this but of tempted world

I'll not yield, yet still I keepeth

So tough my life in love did whirled.

List the false to ruin my brain,

Mock to then for me not in pain.