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THE DAMOSELS COMPLAINT. 387
" Cruel her sister, was't for me
That to her she was unkind ? ro
Her husband I will never be,
But with this my love be joyn'd.
" Grim Death shall tye the marriage bands,
Which jealousie shan't divide; Together shall tye our cold hands, w
Whilst here we lye side by side.
" Witness, ye groves, and chrystal streams,
How faithless I late have been; But do repent with dying leaves
Of that my ungrateful sin; so
" And wish a thousand times that I
Had been but to her more kind, And not have let a virgin dye,
Whose equal there's none can find.
" Now heaps of sorrow press my soul; 85
Now, now 'tis she takes her way;
I come, my love, without controule, Nor from thee will longer stay."
With that he fetch'd a heavy groan, Which rent his tender breast, so
And then by her he laid him down, When as Death did give him rest:
Whilst mournful birds, with leavy bows,
To them a kind burial gave, And warbled out their love-sick vows; as
Whilst they both slept in their grave.