Just a mere man with a simple
love to say
Even in his state love dwells untimely:
Rustling of leaves whereby he meets to see
And doth find a girl with fair so lovely,
Lasting smiles he sees painted in delight
In it he felt love; ‘twas never just love,
Never an affection of first- eyed sight---
Endways ‘twas more love more affections have.
Beguiling in mind; singing with a sound
And all then, end of hapless ditty tune
Gathering rhyme of feeling all what founds
Under untuned songs; the music of June
If this words, this love disprove man’s desire
Off then, his love was faded song of lyre
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