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Edward Farr, ed. Select Poetry of the Reign of Queen Elizabeth. 1845.

To Jesus Christe

LXIV. Timothy Kendall

IF euer thou me loue,

I ioyfull am for aie:

If euer me thou leaue,

My soule doeth sorrow slaie.

If euer thou me loue,

Thrise happie then am I:

If euer thou me leaue,

Then out, alas! I dye.

If euer thou me loue,

Abounde I doe in blisse:

If euer me thou leaue,

Then all thyng doe I misse.

If euer thou me loue,

Who then as I so glad?

If euer thou me leaue,

Then who as I so sad?

If euer thou me loue,

Thou euer mak’st me liue:

If euer thou me leaue,

Deathe’s dart thou dost me giue.

If euer thou me loue,

Who liues so glad as I?

If euer thou me leaue,

Who dies so bad as I?

If euer thou me loue,

In heauen thou mak’st me dwell:

If euer thou me leaue,

Thou driu’st me doune to hell.

Wherefore, O louying Lorde,

Loue still, to make me liue;

So shall I neuer leaue

Thee laude and praise to giue.