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First Line: My love took scorn my service to retain
Last Line: So is there time such madness to assuage.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas


My love took scorn my service to retain
Wherein me thought she used cruelty,
Since with goodwill I lost my liberty
To follow her which causeth all my pain.
Might never care cause me for to refrain,
But only this, which is extremity,
Giving me naught, alas, not to agree
That as I was her man I might remain.
But since that thus ye list to order me,
That would have been your servant true and fast,
Displease thee not, my doting days be past
And with my loss to leave I must agree;
For as there is a certain time to rage,
So is there time such madness to assuage.





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