Give place all ye that doth rejoice, And love's pangs hath clean forgot. Let them draw near and hear my voice Whom Love doth force in pains to fret, For all of plaint my song is set, Which long hath served and nought can get. A faithful heart so truly meant Rewarded is full slenderly; A steadfast faith with good intent Is recompensed craftily; Such hap doth hap unhappily To them that mean but honestly. With humble suit I have assay'd To turn her cruel-hearted mind, But for reward I am delay'd, And to my wealth her eyes be blind. Lo, thus by chance I am assign'd With steadfast love to serve the unkind. What vaileth truth, or steadfastness, Or still to serve without repreef? What vaileth faith or gentleness Where cruelty doth reign as chief? Alas, there is no greater grief Than for to love and lack relief. Care doth constrain me to complain Of love, and her uncertainty Which granteth nought but great disdain For loss of all my liberty. Alas, this is extremity For love to find such cruelty. For love to find such cruelty, Alas, it is a careful lot; And for to void such mockery There is no way but slip the knot. The gain so cold, the pain so hot, Praise it who list, I like it not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DREAM OF EUGENE ARAM, THE MURDERER by THOMAS HOOD THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 47. BROKEN MUSIC by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI LINES TO THE MEMORY OF ANNIE WHO DIED AT MILAN, JUNE 6, 1860 by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE ODE ON THE DEATH OF THE DUKE OF WELLINGTON by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A WOMAN by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |