POEM: VERSES

    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.