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What if I never speed,
Shall I straight yield to despair,
And still on sorrow feed
That can on loss repair,
Or shall I change my love,
For I find pow'r to depart,
And in my reason prove
I can command my heard?
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.
Oft have I dreamed of joy,
Yet I never felt the sweete,
But tired with annoy,
My griefs each other greete.
Oft have I left my hope,
As a wretch by fate forlorn,
But Love aims at one scope,
And lost will still returne.
He that once loves with a true desire
never can depart,
For Cupit 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.
Come, come, come, while I have a heart to desire thee
