Behold, Love, thy power how she despiseth,
My grievous pain how little she regardeth.
The solemn oath whereof she takes no cure
Broken she hath and yet she bideth sure,
Right at her ease, and little thee she dreadeth. 5
Weaponed thou art and she unarmed sitteth.
To thee disdainful all her life she leadeth,
To me spiteful, without just cause or measure.
Behold, Love, how proudly she triumpheth;
I am in hold but if thee pity meveth. 10
Go bend thy bow that stony hearts breaketh,
And with some stroke revenge the great displeasure
Of thee, and him that sorrow doth endure
And as his Lord thee lowly here entreateth.
3. cure] care, concern
4. bideth sure] remains safe
5. Right] completely or utterly
6. Weaponed] armed.
10. in hold] in confinement, imprisoned. but if]unless.
meveth] moves
12. stroke] blow.
14. lowly] humbly.
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