A Poem Put into My Lady Laiton's Pocket

by Sir Walter Ralegh
Lady farewell whome I in silence serve
Woulde god thou knewest the depth of my desire
Then mought I wish though nought I can deserve
Some dropps of grace to slake my scalding fire
But sith to live alone I have decreede
Ile spare to speake, that I may spare to speede
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