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First Line: I love, loved, and so doth she
Last Line: To love so well and leave in smart.
Alternate Author Name(s): Wyat, Thomas
Subject(s): Grief; Love; Pain; Singing & Singers; Sorrow; Sadness; Suffering; Misery; Songs


I love, loved, and so doth she,
And yet in love we suffer still;
The cause is strange as seemeth me,
To love so well and want our will.

O deadly yea! O grievous smart!
Worse than refuse, unhappy gain!
I love: whoever played this part
To love so well and leave in pain?

Was ever heart so well agreed,
Since love was love as I do trow,
That in their love so evil did speed,
To love so well and leave in woe?

These mourn we both and hath done long
With woeful plaint and careful voice.
Alas! it is a grievous wrong
To love so well and not rejoice.

And here an end of all our moan!
With sighing oft my breath is scant,
Since of mishap ours is alone --
To love so well and it to want.

But they that causer is of this,
Of all our cares God send them part!
That they may trow what grief it is
To love so well and leave in smart.





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