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THE SPANISH LADY'S LOVE
' Oh how happy is that woman,
That enjoys so true a friend !
Many happy days God send you !
Of my suit I'll make an end:
On my knees I pardon crave for this offence,
Which did from love and true affection first commence.
' Commend me to thy loving lady :
Bear to her this chain of gold, And these bracelets for a token; Grieving that I was so bold. All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee. For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me.
' I will spend my days in prayer,
Love and all his laws defy, In a nunnery will I shroud me, Far from any company: But ere my prayers have end, be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss.
' Thus farewell, most gentle captain, Farewell too my heart's content! Count not Spanish ladies wayward, Though to thee my love was bent: Joy and true prosperity go still with thee ! '— ' The like fall ever to thy share, most fair lady ! '