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The complete works of John Lyly

now for the first time collected and edited from the earliest quartos with life, bibliography, essays, notes and index by R. Warwick Bond

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The attribution of this poem is questionable.

[O happ moste harde where truthe doth most beguyle]

O happ moste harde where truthe doth most beguyle
O churlishe chaunce where love gives caus to loth
O face moste fals wch frowneth by a smyle
O fayned faithe wch loves and hateth both
My saftye stayes where dainger ever bydes
My settled truste standes faste one waveringe doutt
No steddfaste staye is that wch ever slydes
Displeased contente still neither in nor oute[.]
To maske my mynde where moste yt woulde be seen
To hyde my hurtes where healinge handes should helpe
To saye a naye where soothe doth beste beseeme
Shewes but a foole one Mother Cowardes whelpe
Wherefor I dare saye as I saide before
And faine woulde doe yf donne I live no more