 | A Margarite of America |  |
[Teares, cares, wrongs, griefe feele I]
Complaint
Teares, cares, wrongs, griefe feele I,Wo, frownes, scornes, crafts nill cease,
Yeares, months, daies, howers do flie
Fro mee away flieth peace:
Opprest I liue (alas) vnhappily,
Rest is exilde, scornde, plagde, thus am I.
Answere.
Mend her, or change fond thought,Minde her, then end thy minde,
Ende thee will sorrowe sought,
Kinde if thou art: too blinde,
Such loue flie farre, lest thou perceiue and proue
Much sorow, grief, care, sighing, breeds such loue.
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