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C. J. S. [Music]
1. Dear love, regard my grief, / Do not my suit disdain; / O yield me some relief, / That am with sorrows slain. / Pity my grievous pain / Long suffer'd for thy sake, / Do not my suit disdain / No time I rest can take. / These seven long years and more / Still have I loved thee; / Do thou my joys restore / Fair lady, pity me.
2. While that I live I love / So fancy urgeth me; / My mind can not remove / Such is my constancy. / My mind is nobly bent / Tho' I'm of low degree; / Sweet lady, give consent / To love and pity me. / These seven long years and more / Still have I loved thee; / Do thou my joys restore / Fair lady, pity me.