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Griselda’s Farewell

febrero 16, 2012

Dear Lord Marquis, noble Walter,

Thine Griseld shall be no more

She hath ta’en deep to water

Yonder e’er than the shore.

Thine despise Griseld abhor’d;

For to farewell a letter-

Not to see thee much the better.

A means that holdeth her down,

After this eve she cans’t borrow.

In the sea-belly to drown.

Yet no wishes for to-morrow.

Thou hath put her to great sorrow

Once, twice. Lest thou pleaseth thee

Shame her thrice it shall not be.

Hath thou no eyes in thine sockets

Thou shall covet thine own flock,

The more thou fulleth thine pockets

Milk-white steed and dainty smock.

Blessed every golden lock

On mine girl’s head. Mine boy’s eyes

Shall not see their mother’s cries.

Thou doth great dole nor I pray;

A grave bosom shall I carry

For to rest below, away.

Long ere this day did I tarry,

An I liveth I shall marry

Thou: my soul’s possess’t.

Farewell my love, it’s best.

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