Out upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together!
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on ‘t is, no...
Out upon it, I have loved Time shall moult away his wings But the spite on ‘t is, no... |
When, dearest, I but think of thee, Thus while I sit and sigh the day |
Out upon it. I have loved Time shall moult away his wings, ... |
I Prithee send me back my heart, Yet, now I think on ’t, let it lie; |
Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Why so dull and mute, young sinner? |
From “a Ballad upon a Wedding” |