 | The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable |  |
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[Pitty refusing my poore Love to feede]
Pitty refusing my poore Love to feede,
A beggar starv'd for want of helpe he lies,
And at your mouth (the doore of Beauty) cries;
That thence some almes of sweete grants might proceede.
A beggar starv'd for want of helpe he lies,
And at your mouth (the doore of Beauty) cries;
That thence some almes of sweete grants might proceede.
But as he waiteth for some almes-deede
A cherrie tree before the doore he spies.
Oh deare (quoth he) two cherries may suffise,
Two only may save life in this my neede.
A cherrie tree before the doore he spies.
Oh deare (quoth he) two cherries may suffise,
Two only may save life in this my neede.
But beggars, can they naught but cherries eate?
Pardon my Love, he is a Goddesse' sonne,
And never feedeth but on daintie meate,
Els neede he not to pine as hee hath done;
For onely the sweet fruite of this sweete tree
Can give food to my Love, and life to mee.
Pardon my Love, he is a Goddesse' sonne,
And never feedeth but on daintie meate,
Els neede he not to pine as hee hath done;
For onely the sweet fruite of this sweete tree
Can give food to my Love, and life to mee.
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