POEM: SONG
All my sense thy sweetness gained; Thy fair hair my heart enchained; My poor reason thy words moved, So that thee, like heaven, I loved.
No more in thy sweetness glory, For thy knitting hair be sorry; Use thy word九_九_藏_书_网s but to bewail thee That no more thy beams avail thee; Dan, dan, Dan, dan, Lay not thy colours more to view, Without the picture be found true.
Words! O words of heavenly knowledge! Know, my words twww.99lib•netheir faults acknowledge; Dan, dan, Dan, dan, And all my life I will confess, The less I love, I live the less.
Fa, la, la, leridan, dan, dan, dan, deridan, Dan, dan, dan, deridan, deridan, dei: For no fai
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r sign can credit win, If that the substance fail within.Sweetness! sweetly pardon folly; Tie me, hair, your captive wholly:
Nor thy sweetness sour is deemed; Thy hair not worth a hair esteemed; Reason hath thhttp://www•99lib.nety words removed, Finding that but words they proved.
To the tune of a Neapolitan Villanel.
Fa, la, la, leridan, dan, dan, dan, deridan: Dan, dan, dan, deridan, deridan, dei: While to my mind the outside stood, For messenhttp://www.99lib•netger of inward good.
Woe to me, alas, she weepeth! Fool! in me what folly creepeth? Was I to blaspheme enraged, Where my soul I have engaged? Dan, dan, Dan, dan, And wretched I must yield to this; The fault I blame her chasteness is.