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Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue's cloak?
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
Shall I call her good, when she proves unkind?
Dm F C Dm A
Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
Must I praise the leaves, where no fruit I find?
Dm F C Dm A
No, no: where shadows do for bodies stand
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
Thou may'st be abus'd, if thy sight be dim.
Dm F C Dm A
Cold love is like to words written on sand
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
Or to bubbles which, on the water swim.
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Wilt thou be thus abused still
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Seeing that she will right thee never?
A
If thou canst not o'ercome her will
D G D
Thy love will be thus fruitless ever.
Dm F C Dm A
Was I so base, that I might not aspire
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
Unto those high joys, which she holds from me?
Dm F C Dm A
As they are high, so high is my desire:
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
If she this deny, what can granted be?
Dm F C Dm A
If she will yield to that which Reason is,
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
It is Reason's will, that Love should be just,
Dm F C Dm A
Dear, make me happy still by granting this,
Am Dm Gm C F Bb Gm Asus A D
Or cut off delays, if that I die must.
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Better a thousand times to die,
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Than for to live thus still tormented:
A
Dear, but remember it was I
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Who for thy sake did die contented.
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Better a thousand times to die,
G
Than for to live thus still tormented:
A
Dear, but remember it was I
D G D
Who for thy sake did die contented...
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