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The Phanseys of William Cavendish Marquis of Newcastle

addressed to Margaret Lucas and her Letters in reply: Edited by Douglas Grant

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Love's Answer

When one doth aske, what news, I pray you Sir?
I answer yett I did not heare from her.
S'ounds, I meane Bristoll, says he, can you tell?
I answer, I doe hope that shee is well.
The Peace is made in Ireland they say?
I tell him, I doe thinke shee'le send to-day.
Are the Scotts turn'd Unto the Kinge? pray speake.
If she not love me then my harte will breake,
Say I. Says he, your Answers mad doe make me.
I sweare I love her, Else the Divell take me.
What's this to what I say or doe Enquier?
T'is true, I tell him, her I doe admire
Of all the world, and will doe whilst I live.
Says hee, the straingest answers you doe give;
Pray God you'r well, says he; what doth you move?
Are you awake? I tell him, I'm in love.
Oh, crie you mercy, says he, since you please
To tell mee that, for that is a disease.
And now I see Lovers all things refraine
But whom they love, and that fills all their Braine.
The Brayne is hearinge, thinkinge men do find;
So love is deafe, too, now as well as blinde.