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We loue, and have our loues rewarded.
The others would answer:
We loue, and are no whit regarded.
The first againe:
We find most sweet affection's snare
With like tune it should be as in a quire sent backe againe:
That sweet but sowre despaireful care.
A third time likewise thus:
Who can despaire, whom hope doth beare?
The answere:
And who can hope that feeles despaire?
Then all ioyning their voyces, and dauncing a faster measure, they would conclude with some such words
As without breath no pipe doth moue,
No musicke kindly without loue.
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