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Have I not graven our loves
On every tree :
In yonder fpreading groves,
Tho s falfe thou be :
Was not a fo'emn oath
Plighted betwixt us both,-
Thou thy faith, I my troth,
Conftant to be.
Some gloomy place I'll find,
Some doleful made,
Where neither fun nor wind
E'er entrance had :
Into that hollow cave,
There will I figh and rave,
Becaufe thou dofl behave
So faithlefly.
Wild fruit {hall be my meat,
I'll drink the fpring,
Cold earth fhall be my feat :
For covering
I'll have the ftarry sky
My head to canopy,
Until my foul on hy
Shall fpread its wing.
HI have no funeral f re,
Nor tears for me :
No grave do I defire,
Nor obfequies :
The courteous Red-breaft he
With leaves will cover me,
And iing my elegy
With doleful voice.
And when a ghoft I am,
I'll vifit thee,
O thou deceitful dame,
Whofe cruelty
Has

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