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ntented; Here comes all that breeds the strife; I in England have already A sweet woman to my wife: I will not falsify my vow for gold or gain, Nor yet for all the fairest dames that live in Spain.' 'Oh how happy is that woman, That enjoys so true a friend! Many days of joy God send you! Of my suit I'll make an end: On my knees I pardon crave for this offence, Which did from love and true affection first commence. 'Commend me to thy loving lady; Bear to her this chain of gold, And these bracelets for a token; Grieving that I was so bold. All my jewels in like sort bear thou with thee, For they are fitting for thy wife, but not for me.' 'I will spend my days in prayer, Love and all her laws defy, In a nunnery will I shroud me, Far from any company: But ere my prayers have an end, be sure of this, To pray for thee and for thy love I will not miss. 'Thus farewell, most gentle captain, And farewell my heart's content! Count not Spanish ladies wayward, Though to thee my love was bent: Joy and true prosperity go still with thee!' 'The like fall ever to thy share, most fair lady.' _Old Ballad_ CXVII _LITTLE WHITE LILY_ Little white Lily Sat by a stone, Drooping and waiting Till the sun shone. Little white Lily Sunshine has fed; Little white Lily Is lifting her head. Little white Lily Said, 'It is good; Little white Lily's Clothing and food.' Little white Lily, Drest like a bride! Shining with whiteness, And crown'd beside! Little white Lily Droopeth with pain, Waiting and waiting For the wet rain. Little white Lily Holdeth her cup; Rain is fast falling And filling it up. Little white Lily Said, 'Good again, When I am thirsty To have nice rain; Now I am stronger, Now I am cool; Heat cannot burn me, My veins are so full.' Little white Lily Smells very sweet: On her head sunshine, Rain at her feet. 'Thanks to the sunshine, Thanks to the rain! Little white Lily Is happy again! _G. MacDonald_ CXVIII _MINSTREL'S SONG IN ELLA_ O sing unto my roundelay; O drop the briny tear with me; Dance no more at holiday; Lik
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