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The inmates. But, if thou awake

Shouldst find thy love, then mayst thou take

Advantage of that moment blest

To tell her all the hard unrest

And bitter suffering undergone

By thee for her sweet love alone.

O surely thou her heart shalt touch

With pity, when she hears how much

Thou hast endured, unless more stern

Her bosom grows, as thine doth burn.

Now hearken thou what next shall be

Thy work for her who robbeth thee

By her sweet beauty of thy rest.

When thou against her door hast pressed

Thy lips at parting, have a care

That no man of thy step is ware

About her threshold-gate, or way

That leads thereto, ere dawns the day.

These midnight wanderings, to and fro,

And ceaseless promenades, high and low,

Cause lovers, who of late were hale

And strong, to turn as lean and pale

As hungry churls, and thou shalt see

This proved in thine identity.

No faithful lover e’er is found

Rosy and jovial, sleek and round

Of limb and visage, such like traits

Belong to lovers false, who praise

Ladies with mean and base desire

To cheat their trusting hearts; the fire