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THe wanton
boy was shortly wel recured,
of that his malady:
But he soone after fresh againe enured,
his former
cruelty.
And since that time he wounded hath my
selfe
with his sharpe dart of loue:
And now
forgets the cruell carelesse elfe,
his mothers heast
to proue.
So now I languish till he please,
my
pining anguish to appease.
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