The bashful earthquake & other fables and verses . THE CUSSED DAMOZEL. A LOVER sate alone All by the Golden Gate, And made exceedynge moan Whiles he hys Love didde wait. To him One coming prayed Why he didde weepe. Said he,^I weepe me for a maidWho Cometh notte to mee.*7 97. ^^ Alas! I waite likewiseMy Love these many years ; Meseems t would save our eyesIf we should pool our tears. And so they weeped full soreA twelvemonth and a daye, Till they could weepe no more,For notte a tear hadde they. Whenas they came to seeThey could not weepe alway, Each of hys Faire LadyeeGan sing a rondelay. ^My L

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The bashful earthquake & other fables and verses . THE CUSSED DAMOZEL. A LOVER sate alone All by the Golden Gate, And made exceedynge moan Whiles he hys Love didde wait. To him One coming prayed Why he didde weepe. Said he,^I weepe me for a maidWho Cometh notte to mee.*7 97. ^^ Alas! I waite likewiseMy Love these many years ; Meseems t would save our eyesIf we should pool our tears. And so they weeped full soreA twelvemonth and a daye, Till they could weepe no more,For notte a tear hadde they. Whenas they came to seeThey could not weepe alway, Each of hys Faire LadyeeGan sing a rondelay. ^My Love hath golden hair,Sang one, and like the wine The red lips of my Fair. The other sang, So^s mine. *^My Love is wondrous wise,Sang one, ^and wondrous fine And wondrous dark her other sang, ^ Sos

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