Sweet love, if thou wilt gain a monarch-s glory,
Subdue her heart, who makes me glad and sorry,
Out of thy golden quiver,
Take thou the strongest arrow,
That will, thro- bone and marrow,
And me and thee of grief and fear deliver;
But come behind, for if she look upon thee,
Alas! poor love, then thou art woebegone thee.
Sweet Love, If Thou Wilt Gain
John Wilbye
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Poem topics: fear, grief, heart, poor, sorry, sweet, glad, bone, golden, arrow, gain, monarch, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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