Thomas Kyd - Yet Might She Love Me

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Ghizela Rowe - Pop

Thomas Kyd - Yet Might She Love Me

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Duration: 1:15

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Lyrics

She is wilder, and more hare withal Than beast, or bird, or tree, or stony wall But wherefore blot I Bel-imperia's name? It is my fault, not she that merits blame My feature is not to content her sight My words are rude and work her no delight The lines I send her are but harsh and ill Such as do drop from Pan and Marsyas' quill My presents are not of sufficient cost And being worthless all my labour's lost Yet might she love me for my valiancy Ay, but that's slander'd by captivity Yet might she love me to contеnt her sire: Ay, but her rеason masters his desire Yet might she love me as her brother's friend Ay, but her hopes aim at some other end Yet might she love me to uprear her state Ay, but perhaps she hopes some nobler mate Yet might she love me as her beauty's thrall Ay, but I fear she cannot love at all

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Credits

Writers
  • Thomas Kyd