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A LOVER OF LATE WAS I, by                    
Last Line: And now I am myself again
Subject(s): Love


A LOVER of late was I,
For Cupid would have it so;
(The boy that had never an eye --
As every man doth know.)
I sigh'd, and sobb'd, and cried, "alas,"
For her that laugh'd and call'd me ass.

Then knew I not what to do,
Then I saw it was in vain
A lady so coy to woo,
Who gave me the ass so plain;
Yet would I her ass freely be,
So she would help, and bear with me.

An' I were as fair as she,
Or she were as kind as me,
What pair could have made, as we
So pretty a sympathy:
I was as kind as she was fair;
But for all this we could not pair.

Pair with her that will for me! --
With her I will never pair
That cunningly can be coy,
For being a little fair --
The ass I'll leave her to disdain;
And now I am myself again.





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