Today's
Love Poem
Today's Poem
O What a plague is love!...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.With Daniel she did dance,On me she look'd askance;O thrice unhappy chance!...Phillada flouts me. . .
I cannot work nor sleep...At all in season:Love wounds my heart so deep...Without all reason.I 'gin to pine away...In my love's shadow,Like as a fat beast may,...Penn'd in a meadow.I shall be dead, I fear,Within this thousand year;And all for that my dear...Phillada flouts me.