The Works in Verse and Prose of Nicholas Breton For the First Time Collected and Edited: With Memorial-Introduction, Notes and Illustrations, Glossarial Index, Facsimilies, &c. By the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart. In Two Volumes |
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A Louers complaint.
[OMITTED] O loue, alas, what may I call thy loue,
[OMITTED] Thy vncouth loue, thy passions wondrous strange
[OMITTED] mischiefe deadly such as for to prooue,
[OMITTED] rt would shun if power I had to change.
[OMITTED] Thy vncouth loue, thy passions wondrous strange
[OMITTED] mischiefe deadly such as for to prooue,
[OMITTED] rt would shun if power I had to change.
[OMITTED] ge said I: recant againe that sound,
[OMITTED] must, recant it shall indeede. [OMITTED]
[OMITTED] must, recant it shall indeede. [OMITTED]
She sware, as she a woman was, no loue she did allow,
Alas, then grew my paine, it greu'd me to the heart,
My sences then so sencelesse were, as that I felt no smart,
And standing in a maz, as Aspis on the charme,
She said and swore (to saue my life) she wisht no good nor harme.
Alas, what bitter sweet, alas what pleasant paine,
What shiuering heat, what chilling cold, did passe through euery vaine?
And when I would haue sworne her heart would neuer mooue,
By Jesus Christ she tooke that oath, that she did neuer loue.
Alas what was I then? alas what am I now?
Too weake to loue, too strong to die, quick, dead, I know not how?
Alas, then grew my paine, it greu'd me to the heart,
My sences then so sencelesse were, as that I felt no smart,
And standing in a maz, as Aspis on the charme,
She said and swore (to saue my life) she wisht no good nor harme.
Alas, what bitter sweet, alas what pleasant paine,
What shiuering heat, what chilling cold, did passe through euery vaine?
And when I would haue sworne her heart would neuer mooue,
By Jesus Christ she tooke that oath, that she did neuer loue.
Alas what was I then? alas what am I now?
Too weake to loue, too strong to die, quick, dead, I know not how?
Finis.
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