The Works of Thomas Campion Complete Songs, Masques, and Treatises with a Selection of the Latin Verse: Edited with an introduction and notes by Walter R. Davis |
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XVII.
[If she forsake me, I must die]
If she forsake me, I must die:
Shall I tell her so?
Alas, then strait she will replie,
No, no, no, no, no.
If I disclose my desp'rat state,
She will but make sport thereat,
And more unrelenting grow.
Shall I tell her so?
Alas, then strait she will replie,
No, no, no, no, no.
If I disclose my desp'rat state,
She will but make sport thereat,
And more unrelenting grow.
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What heart can long such paines abide?
Fie uppon this love.
I would adventure farre and wide,
If it would remove.
But love will still my steppes pursue,
I cannot his wayes eschew:
Thus still helpeles hopes I prove.
Fie uppon this love.
I would adventure farre and wide,
If it would remove.
But love will still my steppes pursue,
I cannot his wayes eschew:
Thus still helpeles hopes I prove.
I doe my love in lines commend,
But, alas, in vaine;
The costly gifts that I doe send
She returnes againe:
Thus still is my despaire procur'd,
And her malice more assur'd:
Then come, death, and end my paine.
But, alas, in vaine;
The costly gifts that I doe send
She returnes againe:
Thus still is my despaire procur'd,
And her malice more assur'd:
Then come, death, and end my paine.
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