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Still as his wound did gather, and grow hole,
2 So still his hart woxe sore, and health decayd:
Madnesse to saue a part, and lose the whole.
4 Still whenas he beheld the heauenly Mayd,
Whiles dayly plaisters to his wound she layd,
6 So still his Malady the more increast,
The whiles her matchlesse beautie him dismayd.
8 Ah God, what other could he do at least,
But loue so faire a Lady, that his life releast?
1 Still as his wound did gather, and grow whole,
Still > Ever
2 So still his heart waxed sore, and health decayed:
waxed > grew
3 Madness to save a part, and lose the whole. 4 Still when he beheld the heavenly maid,
Still > Ever, continually
5 While daily plasters to his wound she laid,
laid > applied