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CONSTANCE OF CLEVELAND. |
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She her hands did wring
In most grievous sort. " 0 what hap had I Thus to wail and cry, 80
Unrespected every day, Living in disdain, While that others gain
All the right I should enjoy! I am left forsaken, ss
Others they are taken :
Ah my love! why dost thou so ? Her flatteries beleeve not, Come to me, and grieve not;
Wantons will thee overthrow." *>
The Knight with his fair peece
At length the Lady spied, Who did him daily fleece
Of his wealth and store : Secretly she stood, «
While she her fashions tryed, With a patient mind,
While deep the strumpet swore. " 0 Sir Knight, 0 Sir Knight," quoth she, " So dearly I love thee, so
My life doth rest at thy dispose : By day, and eke by night, For thy sweet delight,
Thou shalt me in thy arms inclose. I am thine for ever; 55 |
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