Poetry of the English Renaissance, 1509-1660 |
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I pray you And wilt thou leave me thus , heartily That hath loved thee so long Help me to seek . In wealth and woe among ? And is thy heart so strong FROM Additional Ms. 17492 As for to leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay .
I pray you And wilt thou leave me thus , heartily That hath loved thee so long Help me to seek . In wealth and woe among ? And is thy heart so strong FROM Additional Ms. 17492 As for to leave me thus ? Say nay , say nay .
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Image - like , of saint's perfection , It is one who from thy sight Poorly counterfeiting thee . Being , ah , exiled , disdaineth But your reason's purest light Every other vulgar light . Bids you leave such minds to nourWhy ...
Image - like , of saint's perfection , It is one who from thy sight Poorly counterfeiting thee . Being , ah , exiled , disdaineth But your reason's purest light Every other vulgar light . Bids you leave such minds to nourWhy ...
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1 To a lady that desired I would love her Now you have freely given me leave to love , What will you do ? Shall I your mirth or passion move When I begin to woo ? Will you torment , or scorn , or love me too ?
1 To a lady that desired I would love her Now you have freely given me leave to love , What will you do ? Shall I your mirth or passion move When I begin to woo ? Will you torment , or scorn , or love me too ?
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SIR THOMAS MORE | 9 |
HENRY HOWARD EARL OF SURREY | 27 |
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