The Time When I First Fell in Love

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The time when first I fell in love, Which now I must lament;The year wherein I lost such time To compass my content.

The day wherein I saw too late The follies of a lover;The hour wherein I found such loss As care cannot recover.

And last, the minute of mishap, Which makes me thus to plainThe doleful fruits of lover's suits, Which labour lose in vain:

Doth make me solemnly protest, As I with pain do prove,There is no time, year, day, nor hour, Nor minute, good to love.

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