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MARIA MAGDALENA
Alas, nowe lorne ys my likinge.
For woe I wander and handes wringe. My harte in sorrowe and sighinge
ys sadlye sett and sore.
That I

MY heauie sprite opprest with sorrowes might,
Of wearied limbs the burthen soare sustaines,
With silent grones and harts teares still complaines,
Yet

to sorrowes Smarte
brought in subiection by my wandringe Eye
Whose traytrus sighte conceivd that to my harte,
For which I waile, I sob, I sighe, I Dye.

Sleepe