[Rufus:]
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
(I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty)
[Maruis de Vries:]
Take all my loves, my love, yea take them all;
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more
Then, if for my love, thou my love receivest
I cannot blame thee, for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam'd, if thou thy self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty:
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
k** me with spites yet we must not be foes
[Rufus:]
k** me with spites yet we must not be foes
To bear love's wrong, than hate's known injury
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
k** me with spites yet we must not be foes