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A Selection Of The Best English Lyric Ballads Chosen & Edited by Arthur Quiller-Couch

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' How should'st thou, fair lady, love me, Whom thou know'st thy country's foe ? Thy fair words make me suspect thee; Serpents lie where flowers grow.'— 'All the harm I think to thee, most gracious knight, God grant unto myself the same may fully light:
' Blessed be the time and season
That you came on Spanish ground ; If our foes you may be termed, Gentle foes we have you found. With our city you have won our hearts each one ; Then to your country bear away that is your own.'—
' Rest you still, most gallant lady,
Rest you still, and weep no more; Of fair lovers there are plenty ;
Spain doth yield a wondrous store.'— ' Spaniards fraught with jealousy we often find, But Englishmen through all the world are counted kind.
' Leave me not unto a Spaniard;
You alone enjoy my heart; I am lovely, young, and tender, And so love is my desart. Still to serve thee day and night my mind is press'd; The wife of every Englishman is counted blest.'— 808
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