The Divorce
I am stark ill, who ever sees
That I have been in love for a year
Bad sadly not that love soon sink in seas
With no class of passion for the ear to hear
Who will trust me, when I swear?
That I had the plague a year
They would laugh at me, if I should say,
My heart turns to ashes a day.
Behold, I am now dead in her heart
Rare in lovers’ kingdom, like the couple
Or which journey of two will I be part?
A caution of promise from my people
And now as broken heart show
A thousand face of ladies, so
My rages of heart can like wish and adore
But after one such love can love no more
That I have been in love for a year
Bad sadly not that love soon sink in seas
With no class of passion for the ear to hear
Who will trust me, when I swear?
That I had the plague a year
They would laugh at me, if I should say,
My heart turns to ashes a day.
Behold, I am now dead in her heart
Rare in lovers’ kingdom, like the couple
Or which journey of two will I be part?
A caution of promise from my people
And now as broken heart show
A thousand face of ladies, so
My rages of heart can like wish and adore
But after one such love can love no more
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