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First Line: Behold, love, thy power how she despiseth
Last Line: Behold, love.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Variant Title(s): Egerton Manuscript: 1
Subject(s): Love

Behold, love, thy power how she despiseth!
My great pain how little she regardeth!
The holy oath, whereof she taketh no cure,
Broken she hath; and yet she bideth sure
Right at her ease and little she dreadeth.
Weaponed thou art, and she unarmed sitteth;
To the disdainful her life she leadeth,
To me spiteful without cause or measure,
Behold, love.
I am in hold: if pity thee moveth,
Go bend thy bow, that stony hearts breaketh,
And with some stroke revenge the displeasure
Of thee and him, that sorrow doth endure,
And, as his lord, the lowly entreateth.
Behold, love.

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