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 Where I show of love have got,

Such a danger fear I not:

Since they nought can seek of me,

But for love, beloved to be.

When your hearts have everything,

You are pleasantly disposed:

But I can both laugh and sing,

Though my foes have me enclosed.

Yea, when dangers me do hem,

I delight in scorning them,

More than you in your renown,

Or a king can in his crown.

You do bravely domineer,

Whilst the sun upon you shineth:

Yet, if any storm appear,

Basely, then, your mind declineth.

But, or shine, or rain, or blow,

I my resolutions know—

Living, dying, thrall, or free,

At one height my mind shall be.

When in thraldom I have lain,

Me not worth your thought you prized;

But your malice was in vain,

For your favours I despised.

And, howe'er you value me,

I with praise shall thought on be

When the world esteems you not

And your names shall be forgot.

In these thoughts my riches are;

Now, though poor or mean you deem me,

I am pleased, and do not care

How the times or you esteem me.

For those toys that make you gay

Are but play-games for a day:

And when nature craves her due,

I as brave shall be as you.