Love
L'Envoy, in Rhyming Phaleuciacks
From A Poetical Rhapsody (1602), ed. A. H. Bullen (1890–91)
Muse not, Lady, to read so strange a metre;
Strange grief, strange remedy for ease requireth:
When sweet joy did abound, I writ the sweeter;
Now that weareth away, my muse retireth.
In you lies it alone to cure my sadness,
And therewith to revive my heart with gladness.
Codex Note
Credited to "A. W." in Francis Davison's own manuscript list (Bullen prints the initials in square brackets).
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Anonymous (Elizabethan miscellanies). “L'Envoy, in Rhyming Phaleuciacks.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-elizabethan-miscellanies/66/.
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Anonymous (Elizabethan miscellanies). “L'Envoy, in Rhyming Phaleuciacks.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-elizabethan-miscellanies/66/.
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