Love Not Me
Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant heart!
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should thou and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast thou the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
A Song Of Love
Hey, rose, just born Twin to a thorn;
Wasn'tso with you, O Love and Scorn?
Sweet eyes that smiled, Now wet and wild:
O Eye and Tear- mother and child.
Well: Love and Pain Be kinfolks twain;
Yet would, Oh would I could Love again.
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