Present that tale vnto the hearer’s cares.
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Best weepe it out and sodayne silence keepe,
Till priuy pangs make pinched heart complayne:
Or cast thy selfe into some slumbring sleepe,
Till wakened wits remembraunce bring agayne:
When heauy teares, do hollow cheekes distayne,
The world will thinke thy sprits are growne so weake,
The feeble tongue hath sure no powre to speake.
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