Tired with all these,
For restful death lcry.
Ash to behold,
Desert a beggar born,
And needy nothing.
Trimmed in jollity.
Tired with all these,
From these would i be gone.
Save to the die,
İ live my love alone.
And purest faith unhappily forsworn.
And gilded honor shamefully misplaced.
And simple truth miscalled simplicity.
Goner-die!!!
Goner-die!!!
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