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Thou shall leave each thing most dearly

So it will pierce thou heart with dread

Even no respite to fear

That in thou heart's recesses deep had lain

Which to remember only, thou dismay

Renews in bitterness not far from death

Struggling with sadness, turned to view the straits

That none had past but only seen

But that shall gall thee most

Will be the worthless and vile company

With whom thou must be thrown into these straits

All hope abandonned, ye who enter there

To that sad hell, where mid the gust

The whirlwind and the flaw of rain and hailstones

Lovers need not to tell all their sorrows

Pale were the lips I saw and smelt

Plae were the lips I kissed and felt and fair were all their forms

I floated upon their melancholy storm

In the dreams which anger overcame me

It is the fury inward on thyself

Solve, prey and consume thee

Cause love brought us to one death

We spill our life in a disdainful mood

Unceasing was the play of our wretched hands

Thighten up on views

How hopeful words can be

Don't leave me behind