Love
When I to You of All My Woes Complain
From A Poetical Rhapsody (1602), ed. A. H. Bullen (1890–91)
Love
When I to you of all my woes complain,
Which you make me endure without release;
With scornful smiles you answer me again,
" That lovers true must bear and hold their peace."
Dear, I will bear, and hold my peace, if you
Will hold your peace, and bear what I shall do.
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Davison, Francis. “When I to You of All My Woes Complain.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/davison/83/.
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Davison, Francis. “When I to You of All My Woes Complain.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/davison/83/.
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