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A POEM PUT INTO MY LADY LAITON'S POCKET, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Lady, farewell, whom I in silence serve
Last Line: This comfort grows, I think I love thee best.
Alternate Author Name(s): Ralegh, Walter


Lady, farewell, whom I in silence serve.
Would God thou knewst the depth of my desire,
Then might I hope, though naught I can deserve,
Some drop of grace would quench my scorching fire.
But as to love unknown I have decreed,
So spare to speak doth often spare to speed.

Yet better 'twere that I in woe should waste
Than sue for grace and pity in despite,
And though I see in thee such pleasure placed
That feeds my joy and breeds my chief delight,
Withal I see a chaste consent disdain

Their suits which seek to win thy will again.
Then, farewell! Hope and help to each man's harm!
The wind of woe hath torn my tree of trust,
Care quenched the coals which did my fancy warm,
And all my help lies buried in the dust.
But yet amongst those cares which cross my rest,
This comfort grows, I think I love thee best.





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