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That thou haſt her it is not all my griefe,
And yet it may be ſaid I lou’d her deerely,
That ſhe hat thee is of my wayling cheefe,
A loſſe in loue that touches me more neerely.
Louing offendors thus I will excuſe yee,
Thou dooſt loue her,becauſe thou knowſt I loue her,
Adn for my ſake euen ſo doth ſhe abuſe me,
Suffring my friend for my ſake to approoue her,
If I looſe thee,my loſſe is my loues gaine,
And looſing her,my friend hath found that loſſe,
Both finde each other,and I looſe both twaine,
And both for my ſake lay on me this croſſe,
   But here’s the ioy,my friend and I are one,
   Sweete flattery,then ſhe loues but me alone.

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