#English #DisappointmentAndFailure #Living #Love #MenAndWomen #Relationships #RhymedStanza #SeparationAndDivorce & Break-ups Vexed
What needeth these threnning words… All this cannot make me restore my… To rob your good, iwis, is not my… Nor causeless your fair hand did… Let love be judge or else whom nex…
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!
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…
Madam, withouten many words Once I am sure ye will or no ... And if ye will, then leave your bo… And use your wit and show it so, And with a beck ye shall me call;
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…
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
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…
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?
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,
Lucks, my fair falcon, and your fe… How well pleasant it were your lib… Ye not forsake me that fair might… But they that sometime liked my co… Like lice away from dead bodies th…
My galley, chargèd with forgetfuln… Thorough sharp seas in winter nigh… 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine… That is my lord, steereth with cru… And every owre a thought in readin…
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
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…
Alas, madam, for stealing of a kis… Have I so much your mind there of… Have I then done so grievously am… That by no means it may be amended… Then revenge you, and the next way…