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The Second Booke XXI. by Thomas Campion. In you my hope, in you my fortune lyes, In you my life, though you vniust accuse me, My seruice scorn, and merit vnderprise : O bitter griefe, that exile is become Reward for faith, and pittie deafe and dumbe. Why should my firmnesse finde a seate so wau'ring ? My simple vowes, my loue you entertain'd ; Without desert the same againe disfau'ring ; Yet I my word and passion hold vnstain'd. 10 Oh wretched me, that my chiefe ioy should breede My onely griefe and kindnesse pitty neede ! Source: Campion, Thomas. Campion's Works. Percival Vivian, Ed. Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1909. 145. |