* Hi, here's a forgotten verse of Shakespeare for poetry lovers!!
Forgotten Verse
Shall I die? shall I fly
Lovers' baits and deceits,
sorrow breeding?
Shall I fend? Shall I send?
Shall I shew, and not rue
my proceeding?
In all duty her beauty
Binds me her servant for ever.
If she scorn, I mourn,
I retire to despair, joying never.
2
Yet I must vent my lust
And explain inward pain
by my love breeding.
If she smiles, she exiles
All my moan; is she frown,
all my hopes deceiving.
Suspicious doubt, O keep out,
For thou art my tormentor.
Fly away, pack away;
I will love, for hope bids me venter.
3
"Twere abuse to accuse
My fail love, ere I prove
her affection.
Therefore try! Her reply
Gives thee joy-- or annoy,
or affliction.
Yet how'er, I will bear
Her pleasure with patience,
for beauty.
Sure will not seem to blot
Her deserts, wronging him
doth her duty.
4
In a dream it did seem
But alas, dreams do pass
as do shadows.
I did walk, I did talk
with my love, with my dove
through fair meadows.
Still we passed till at last
We sat to repose us for our
pleasure.
Being set, lips met,
Arms twined, and did bind
my heart's treasure.
(to be continued.....................)
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