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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F62 - Deerest if I by my deſeruing

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Song

Deerest if I by my deſeruing
may maintaine in your thoughts my loue,
    Lett mee itt still inioy
        nor faith destroy
Butt, pitty loue wher itt doth moue,

Lett noe other new loue inuite you
to leaue mee who ſoe long haue ſeru'd,
    Nor lett yor powre decline
        butt purely shine
On, mee, who haue all truth preſeru'd;

Or had you once found my hart straying
then would nott I accuſe your chang,
    Butt beeing constant still
        itt needs must kill
One, whoſe ſoule knowes nott how to rang;

Yett may you loues ſweet ſmiles recouer
ſince all loue is nott yett quite lost
    Butt tempt nott loue too long
        least ſoe great wrong
Make him think hee is too much crost


F Song ('Dearest if I by my deserving')

Dearest if I by my deserving
    May maintain in your thoughts my love,
    Let me it still enjoy
    Nor faith destroy,
    But pity love where it doth move.

Let no other new* love invite you
    To leave me who so long have served,
    Nor let your power decline
    But purely shine
    On, me, who have all truth preserved;

Or had you once found my heart straying
    Then would not I accuse your change,
    But being constant still
    It needs must kill
    One, whose soul knows not how to range;

Yet may you love's sweet smiles recover
    Since all love is not yet quite lost
    But tempt not love too long
    Lest so great wrong
    Make him think he is too much crossed.


'new': written in above the line; incorporated into P.
Song.

Deareſt if I by my deſeruing,
May maintaine in your thoughts my loue,
        Let me it still enioy;
        Nor faith deſtroy:
But pitty Loue where it doth moue.

Let no other new Loue inuite you,
  To leaue me who ſo long haue ſerud:
        Nor let your power decline
        But purely ſhine
On me, who haue all truth preſeru'd.

Or had you once found my heart ſtraying,
Then would not I accuſe your change,
        But being conſtant ſtill
        It needs muſt kill
One, whoſe ſoule knowes not how to range.

Yet may you Loues ſweet ſmiles recouer,
Since all loue is not yet quite loſt,
        But tempt not Loue too long
        Leſt ſo great wrong
Make him thinke he is too much croſt.
Song ("Dearest if I by my deserving')

Dearest if I by my deserving
    May maintain in your thoughts my love,
    Let me it still enjoy
    Nor faith destroy,
    But pity love where it doth move.

Let no other new love invite you
    To leave me who so long have served,
    Nor let your power decline
    But purely shine
    On, me, who have all truth preserved;

Or had you once found my heart straying
    Then would not I accuse your change,
    But being constant still
    It needs must kill
    One, whose soul knows not how to range;

Yet may you love's sweet smiles recover
    Since all love is not yet quite lost
    But tempt not love too long
    Lest so great wrong
    Make him think he is too much crossed.



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