#English #DisappointmentAndFailure #Living #Love #MenAndWomen #Relationships #RhymedStanza #SeparationAndDivorce & Break-ups Vexed
My galley, chargèd with forgetfuln… Thorough sharp seas in winter nigh… 'Tween rock and rock; and eke mine… That is my lord, steereth with cru… And every owre a thought in readin…
I find no peace, and all my war is… I fear and hope. I burn and freez… I fly above the wind, yet can I n… And nought I have, and all the wo… That loseth nor locketh holdeth me…
Whoso list to hunt, I know where… But as for me, hélas, I may no mo… The vain travail hath wearied me s… I am of them that farthest cometh… Yet may I by no means my wearied…
And wilt thou leave me thus? Say nay, say nay, for shame, To save thee from the blame Of all my grief and grame; And wilt thou leave me thus?
THERE was never nothing more me… Nor more my pity mov’d, As when my sweetheart her complain… That ever she me lov’d. Alas! the while!
Since so ye please to hear me plai… And that ye do rejoice my smart, Me list no lenger to remain To such as be so overthwart. But cursed be that cruel heart
Farewell love and all thy laws for… Thy baited hooks shall tangle me n… Senec and Plato call me from thy… To perfect wealth, my wit for to e… In blind error when I did perseve…
Is it possible That so high debate, So sharp, so sore, and of such rat… Should end so soon and was begun s… Is it possible?
Who list his wealth and ease retai… Himself let him unknown contain. Press not too fast in at that gate Where the return stands by disdain… For sure, circa Regna tonat.
They flee from me that sometime di… With naked foot, stalking in my ch… I have seen them gentle, tame, and… That now are wild and do not remem… That sometime they put themself in…
WHAT meaneth this! when I lie al… I toss, I turn, I sigh, I groan; My bed me seems as hard as stone: What means this? I sigh, I plain continually;
Tagus, farewell! that westward wit… Turns up the grains of gold alread… With spur and sail, for I go seek… Gainward the sun that shewth her w… And to the town which Brutus soug…
Madam, withouten many words Once I am sure ye will or no ... And if ye will, then leave your bo… And use your wit and show it so, And with a beck ye shall me call;
What needeth these threnning words… All this cannot make me restore my… To rob your good, iwis, is not my… Nor causeless your fair hand did… Let love be judge or else whom nex…
The longë love that in my thought… And in mine hert doth keep his res… Into my face presseth with bold pr… And therein campeth, spreading his… She that me learneth to love and s…