by Robert Greene
Beauty, alas, where wast thou born,
Thus to hold thyself in scorn?
Whenas Beauty kissed to woo thee.
Thou by Beauty dost undo me:
Heigh-ho! despise me not.
I and thou in sooth are one,
Fairer thou, I fairer none:
Wanton thou, and wilt thou, wanton,
Yield a cruel heart to plant on?
Do me right, and do me reason;
Cruelty is cursed treason:
Heigh-ho! I love, heigh-ho! I love,
Heigh-ho! and yet he eyes me not.
Last updated November 21, 2017