Classic Poem

CLXXVIII.-WALK

H ELAS ! Desires, that you ask me?
Ay that you made that I einsi me destruis
Heartbroken and confused by your device,
But if qu'aler to my lady then?
And if not leav me em thick
On aler to li and aler not me i foreshore,
Or afar, almost; toudis yes against my
Certainly too hard toy in ay anemy.

Often do me, ay well perceived,
Pleindre my days and my harmed enhair,
Do encor did me no time repeü
Property and that as sui familleus vuis,
That both make me be desired
It vaurroit me mieus morir to j do
Qu'einsi languish in desiring mercy
Certainly too hard toy in ay anemy.

If fools following too, as I'll ay as Creu
Because you stink well acroistre my anuis,
But toy does scens, pooir not under
Aidier of me, of me to do thee flee;
But it never avenroit,
What if my cuer yes ardenment pourtrais
What do you go by day, hour not half.
Certainly too hard toy in ay anemi.