ANONYMOUS

There is no striving

To cross his intent ; There is no contriving

His plots to prevent; But if once the message greet him

That his True Love doth stay, If Death should come and meet him,

Love will find out the way !

��392. Thniacta flouts Me

OWHAT a plague is love f How shall I bear it? She will inconstant prove,

I greatly fear it. She so torments my mind

That my strength faileth, And wavers with the wind

As a ship saileth. Please her the best I may, She loves still to gainsay; Alack and well-a-day !

Phillada flouts me.

At the fair yesterday

She did pass by me; She look'd another way

And would not spy me: I woo'd her for to dine.

But could not get her; Will had her to the wine

He might entreat her.

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