to tune of a Neapolitan song, ;
No, no, no, no, I cannot e my foe, Alt te; For so fair a flame embraces All t of all s springet it bringeto my dying some pleasure, Since reasure Burnet in fairest light. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, I cannot e my foe, Alt te; Since our lives be not immortal, But to mortal Fetters tied, do to be sorry ay. No, no, no, no.
No, no, no, no, I cannot e my foe, Alt te; No man doubts, I, in rying, t complain. No, no, no, no.