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To A Lady
Lady, why doth love torment you?
Cannot I your griefs remove?
Is there none that can content you
With the sweet delights of love?
If I grieve and you can ease me,
Will you be so fiercely bent?
Having wherewithal to please me
Must I still be discontent?
If I am your faithful servant
And my love doth still remain,
Will you think it ill-deserved
To be favoured for my pain?
If I should but crave a favour
Which your lips invite me to,
Will you think it ill behaviour
Thus to steal a kiss or two?
All amazing beauty's wonder,
May I presume your breast to touch?
Or to feel a little under
Will you think I do too much?
Once more, fairest, let me try thee;
Now my wish is fully sped.
If all night I would lie by thee,
Shall I be refused your bed?
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