A
lady once did ask of me
And have I heard
her say, "Oh cruel pain!"
Behold, Love,
thy power how she despiseth,
By
fortune came a fox,
Discharge thy
dole
Each man me
tell'th I change most my device,
Fie fie, I
loath
Fields were
overspread with flowers
Fortune
and Love, each other to disgrace,
Go,
burning sighs, unto the frozen heart
Good
cousin mine, I hope in health
Good Dido,
stint thy tears
I fix
mine eye on thine, and there
I see a
sect which leans to false report
I would I
found not as I feel
If any flower
that here is grown
Laid in my
quiet bed, in study as I were
My meaning
is to work what wonders love hath wrought
Nature,
that gave the bee so feat a grace
O fond
Affection
Read in my
face, a volume of despairs
Reign, live,
and blissful days enjoy
Since
Fortune's wrath envieth the wealth
Some men be
coun-/[ted wise that well can talk]
The coward
oft, whom dainty viands fed,
The crafty
thief from battered chest
The scourge of
life, and death's extreme disgrace
Thou pain, the
only guest of loathed constraint
To counsel my
estate, abandoned to the spoil
Where wards
are weak and foes encount'ring strong
Who list to
live upright and hold himself content
Woe, woe to
me! On me return the smart