POEM: STANZAS TO LOVE
That she may, at length, approve That she hardly long believed, That the heart will die for love That is not in time relieved.
Yet, although she 九-九-藏-书-网be a queen That may such a snake despise, Yet, with silence all unseen, Run, and hide thee in her eyes: Where if she will let t九*九*藏*书*网hee die, Yet at latest gasp of breath, Say that in a ladys eye Love both took his life and death.
But, sweet Love, be still awhile; She that hurt thee, Love, may heal thee; Sweet! I see within her smile More than reason can reveal thee.
Ah, poor Love, why dost thou live, Thus to seewww.99lib•net thy service lost; If she will no comfort give, Make an end, yield up the ghost!
For, though she be rich and fair, Yet she is both wise and kind, And, ther九*九*藏*书*网efore, do thou not despair But thy faith may fancy find.
Oh, that ever I was born Service so to be refused; Faithful love to be forborn! Never love was so abused.