The Roxburghe ballads . e, and make thy honour great,I pray thee do not then so cruel prove,For my heart I cannot yet remove,More thou hates, the more Im bound to love, Thine I am still:Oh fie on Cupid, which makes me stupid, For want of skill,I now must be contented, to serve thee at thy will. 27 In truth I know no reason, but I may be so bold To kiss that lovely Prison, who keeps my heart in hold,More cruel than a gaoler would she be. That denies me of my a kisse or two would set me free, Or ease my smart,Do not absent thee, nor thus torment me, Since that thou artThe Prison and t
The Roxburghe ballads . e, and make thy honour great,I pray thee do not then so cruel prove,For my heart I cannot yet remove,More thou hates, the more Im bound to love, Thine I am still:Oh fie on Cupid, which makes me stupid, For want of skill,I now must be contented, to serve thee at thy will. 27 In truth I know no reason, but I may be so bold To kiss that lovely Prison, who keeps my heart in hold,More cruel than a gaoler would she be. That denies me of my a kisse or two would set me free, Or ease my smart,Do not absent thee, nor thus torment me, Since that thou artThe Prison and the Keeper, of my imprisoned heart. 36 65 1 The, Soldiers Salutation at Worcester. Come, come, do not refuse it, but let us now embrace,For once, and do not use it, none sees us in tbis place,Its in thy power, with a smile or frown,For to raise me up or cast me down:Let thy penalty on me be known, Be it weal or kill or cure ! What I endure No one doth know :And then farewell for ever, my friend, or cruel foe. 45.
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