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Shall I strive with words to move?
Shall I strive with words to move?
Shall I strive with words to move,When deeds receive not due regard?Shall I speak, and neither please,Nor be freely heard?Grief alas though all in vain,Her restless anguish must reveal:She alone my wound shall know,Though she will not heal.All woes have end, though awhile delayed,Our patience proving.O that Time’s strange effectsCould but make her loving.Storms calm at last, and why may not sheLeave off her frowning?O sweet love, help her handsMy affection crowning.I wooed her, I loved her, and none but her admire.O come dear joy, and answer my desire.
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Shall I strive with words to move?
Shall I strive with words to move,
When deeds receive not due regard?
Shall I speak, and neither please,
Nor be freely heard?
Grief alas though all in vain,
Her restless anguish must reveal:
She alone my wound shall know,
Though she will not heal.
All woes have end, though awhile delayed,
Our patience proving.
O that Time’s strange effects
Could but make her loving.
Storms calm at last, and why may not she
Leave off her frowning?
O sweet love, help her hands
My affection crowning.
I wooed her, I loved her, and none but her admire.
O come dear joy, and answer my desire.
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