<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519194" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Lady Forsaken Complayneth</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest,<br>If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in my brest:<br>If prison strong be liberty, in liberty long have I been,<br>If joyes accord with misery, who can compare a lyfe to myne:<br>Who can unbind that is sore bound? who can make free yet is sore thrall,<br>Or how can any means be found to comfort such a wretch withall?<br>None can but he yet hath my hart, convert my pains to comfort then,<br>Yet since his servant I became, most like a bondman have I been:<br>Since first in bondage I became, my word and deed was ever such,<br>That never once he could me blame, except for loving him too much.<br>Which I can judge no just offence, nor cause that I deserved disdayne,<br>Except he mean through false pretense, through forgèd love to make a trayne.<br>Nay, nay, alas, my fainèd thoughts my freded and my fainèd ruth,<br>My pleasures past, my present plaints, shew well I mean but to much truth:<br>But since I can not him attain, against my will I let him goe,<br>And lest he glorie at my pain, I wyl attempt to cloke my woe.<br>Youth learne by me but do not prove, for I have provèd to my pain,<br>What greeuous greefes do grow by love, and what it is to love in vaine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Edward+Dyer">Sir Edward Dyer</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519194" data-title="A Lady Forsaken Complayneth de Sir Edward Dyer" data-description="If pleasures be in painfulness, in pleasures doth my body rest, If joyes accord with carefulness, a joyful hart is in my brest: If prison strong be liberty, in liberty long have I been, If joyes accord with misery, who can compare a lyfe to myne: ..."></div> </div> </div>

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