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So dark a mind within me dwells,
And I make myself such evil cheer, That if I be dear to some one else,
Then some one else
have much to fear;
But if I be dear to some one else,
Then I should be to myself more dear. Shall I not take care of all that I think,
Yea ev'n of wretched meat and drink,
If I be dear,
If I be dear to some one else.
This lump of earth has left his estate
And so that he find what he went to seek,
And fulsome Pleasure clog him, and drown
That I dare to look her
Think I may hold dominion sweet,
Lord of the pulse that is lord of her breast,
From the delicate Arab arch of her feet
To the grace that, bright and light as the crest
What, if she be fasten'd to this fool lord,
Dare I bid her abide by her word ?
Should I love her so well if she
Had given her word to a thing so low?
Shall I love her as well if she
Can break her word were it even for me?
I trust that it is not so.
Catch not my breath, O clamorous heart, Let not my tongue be a thrall to my eye, For I must tell her before we part,
I must tell her, or die.
Go not, happy day,
From the shining fields, Go not, happy day,
Till the maiden yields.
Rosy is the West,
Rosy is the South, Roses are her cheeks,
And a rose her mouth.
When the happy Yes
Falters from her lips,
Pass and blush the news
O’er the blowing ships. Over blowing seas,
Over seas at rest,