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OTHER SOME.
I'll not mourn though She refuse me,
I'll not deeply care;
Love shall never so abuse me:
There are more as fair.
Though I chose
Love's White Rose,
Lilies may compare.
I'll not deeply care;
Love shall never so abuse me:
There are more as fair.
Though I chose
Love's White Rose,
Lilies may compare.
Shall I pine if She deceive me?
Die of my despair?
Let her, if so please her, leave me!
Truth indeed is rare;
Yet I'll find
To my mind
One whose faith is fair.
Die of my despair?
Let her, if so please her, leave me!
Truth indeed is rare;
Yet I'll find
To my mind
One whose faith is fair.
Be She coldly coy, or faithless,
I'll not too much care:
If her lying leave me scatheless,
Her neglect I'll share.
Is this wrong?
My love-song
Finds a burden there.
I'll not too much care:
If her lying leave me scatheless,
Her neglect I'll share.
Is this wrong?
My love-song
Finds a burden there.
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