by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Lady, if I through grief
Language: English 
Lady, if I through grief and your disdaining,
Judged be to live in hell eternally remaining,
Of those my burning flames, well shall I rest contented,
O but you I wail, who there must be tormented.

For when I shall behold you, alone your eyes will so delight me,
That no great pain can once affright me.
But this, alas, O would have killed me, do not doubt you,
There to have been alone without you.

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This text was added to the website: 2024-05-10
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