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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.



SLY thief, if so you will believe,

It nought or little did me grieve,

That my true heart you had bereft,

Till that unkindly you it left:

Leaving you lose, losing you kill

That which I may forego so ill.

What thing more cruel can you do

Than rob a man and kill him too?

Wherefore of love I ask this meed,

To bring you where you did this deed,

That there you may, for your amisses

Be damaged in a thousand kisses.