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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;
Forget not yet the tried intent Of such a truth as I have meant; My great travail so gladly spent, Forget not yet. Forget not yet when first began
Unstable dream, according to the p… Be steadfast once, or else at leas… By tasted sweetness make me not to… The sudden loss of thy false feign… By good respect in such a dangerou…
The longë love that in my thought… And in mine hert doth keep his res… Into my face presseth with bold pr… And therein campeth, spreading his… She that me learneth to love and s…
Who list his wealth and ease retai… Himself let him unknown contain. Press not too fast in at that gate Where the return stands by disdain… For sure, circa Regna tonat.
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…
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…
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?
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…
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…
Is it possible That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rat… Should end so soon and was begun s… Is it possible?
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…
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!
They flee from me that sometime di… With naked foot, stalking in my ch… I have seen them gentle, tame, and… That now are wild and do not remem… That sometime they put themself in…
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…