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 FULKE GREVILLE, LORD BROOKE 1 06 Myra

I WITH whose colours Myra dress' d her head, 9 I, that ware posies of her own hand-making, 1, that mine own name in the chimneys read By Myra finely wrought ere I was waking Must I look on, in hope time coming may With change bring back my turn again to play ?

I, that on Sunday at the church-stile found, A garland sweet with true-love-knots in flowers,

Which I to wear about mine arms was bound That each of us might know that all was ours:

Must I lead now an idle life in wishes,

And follow Cupid for his loaves and fishes?

I, that did wear the ring her mother left, I, for whose love she gloried to be blamed,

I, with whose eyes her eyes committed theft, I, who did make her blush when I was named.

Must I lose ring, flowers, blush, theft, and go naked,

Watching with sighs till dead love be awaked ?

Was it for this that I might Myra sec

Washing the water with her beauty's white ?

Yet would she never write her love to me.

Thinks wit of change when thoughts are in delight ?

Mad girls may safely love as they may leave,

No man can 'print a kiss: lines may deceive.

chimneys] chenunees, chimney-screens of tapestry woik leceivej betiay.

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