 | Poems (1983) |  |
[Love lett mee live, ore lett mee dye]
Love lett mee live, ore lett mee dye,
Use mee nott wurse then poorest fly
Who finds some comfort, while alone
I live, and waste in moane;
Use mee nott wurse then poorest fly
Who finds some comfort, while alone
I live, and waste in moane;
I have noe shrouding place from woe,
The billowes beare my overthrowe,
And sands they cover in disgrace
Of my loves truest face.
The billowes beare my overthrowe,
And sands they cover in disgrace
Of my loves truest face.
Wretch sayth the sea heer stay, and drowne:
Can you nott feare her curstest frowne?
Alas she chides us that you stay,
After her just denay,
Can you nott feare her curstest frowne?
Alas she chides us that you stay,
After her just denay,
She is the Goddesse sole of Love;
How dare you mortall thus to move?
Bow hart, and soule to her least frowne
And sensur'd thus ly downe.
How dare you mortall thus to move?
Bow hart, and soule to her least frowne
And sensur'd thus ly downe.
| Poems (1983) | |