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What if I never speed? Shall I straight yield to despair,
And still on sorrow feed, that can no loss repair?
Or shall I change my love? For I find pow'r to depart,
And by my reason prove I can command my heart.
But if she will pity my desire, and my love requite,
Then ever shall she live my dear delight.
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee.
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.

But tired with annoy, my griefs each other greet.
Oft have I left my hope as a wretch by fate forlorn;
But love aims at one scope, and lost will still return.
He that once loves with a true desire never can depart,
For Cupid is the king of every heart.
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee.
Come, come, come, for either I will love or admire thee.

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