#English #DisappointmentAndFailure #Living #Love #MenAndWomen #Relationships #RhymedStanza #SeparationAndDivorce & Break-ups Vexed
My lute awake! perform the last Labour that thou and I shall wast… And end that I have now begun; For when this song is sung and pas… My lute be still, for I have done…
Since so ye please to hear me plai… And that ye do rejoice my smart, Me list no lenger to remain To such as be so overthwart. But cursed be that cruel heart
WHAT meaneth this! when I lie al… I toss, I turn, I sigh, I groan; My bed me seems as hard as stone: What means this? I sigh, I plain continually;
Whoso list to hunt, I know where… But as for me, hélas, I may no mo… The vain travail hath wearied me s… I am of them that farthest cometh… Yet may I by no means my wearied…
You that in love finde lucke and h… And live in lust and joyful joliti… Arise, for shame, do away your slu… A rise, I say, do may some observ… Let me in bed lye dreming in misch…
The heart and service to you proff… With right good will full honestly… Refuse it not, since it is offer’d… But take it to you gentlely. And though it be a small present,
BLAME not my Lute! for he must… Of this or that as liketh me ; For lack of wit the Lute is bound To give such tunes as pleaseth me… Though my songs be somewhat strang…
Mine own John Poynz, since ye del… The cause why that homeward I me… And flee the press of courts, wher… Rather than to live thrall under t… Of lordly looks, wrappèd within my…
My mother’s maids, when they did s… They sang sometime a song of the f… That, for because her livelood was… Would needs go seek her townish si… She thought herself endurèd too mu…
Patience, though I have not The thing that I require, I must of force, God wot, Forbear my most desire; For no ways can I find
Ye old mule that think yourself so… Leave off with craft your beauty t… For it is true, without any fable, No man setteth more by riding in y… Too much travail so do your train…
THERE was never nothing more me… Nor more my pity mov’d, As when my sweetheart her complain… That ever she me lov’d. Alas! the while!
Tagus, farewell! that westward wit… Turns up the grains of gold alread… With spur and sail, for I go seek… Gainward the sun that shewth her w… And to the town which Brutus soug…
And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame; And wilt thou leave me thus?
I find no peace, and all my war is… I fear and hope. I burn and freez… I fly above the wind, yet can I n… And nought I have, and all the wo… That loseth nor locketh holdeth me…