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2.17: "Alas! so all things now do hold thier peace"

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    Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,

    Heaven and earth disturbèd in no thing.

    The beast, the air, the birds their song do cease;

    The nightès chare the stars about doth bring;

    Calm is the sea, the waves work less and less.

    So am not I, whom love, alas, doth wring,

    Bringing before my face the great increase

    Of my desires, whereat I weep and sing,

    In joy and woe, as in a doubtful ease:

    For my sweet thoughts sometime do pleasure bring,

    But by and by the cause of my disease

    Gives me a pang that inwardly doth sting,

    When that I think what grief it is, again,

    To live, and lack the thing should rid my pain.

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