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Section 237
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2O my good Lord, why are you thus alone?
3For what offence haue I this fortnight bin
4A banish'd woman from my Harries bed?
5Tell me (sweet Lord) what is't that takes from thee
6Thy stomacke, pleasure, and thy golden sleepe?
7Why dost thou bend thine eyes vpon the earth?
8And start so often when thou sitt'st alone?