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Henry VIII, King of England ( Генрих VIII, король Англии)


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If love now reynyd as it hath bene
And war rewardit as it hath sene,

Nobyll men then wold suer enserch
All ways wherby thay myght it rech;

But envy reynyth with such dysdayne,
And causith lovers owtwardly to refrayne,

Which puttes them to more and more
Inwardly most grevous and sore;

The faut in whome I cannot sett;
But let them tell which love doth gett.

To lovers I put now suer this cace -
Which of ther loves doth get them grace?

And unto them which doth it know
Better than do I, I thynk it so.



Henry VIII, King of England's other poems:
  1. Departure Is My Chef Payne
  2. Wherto Shuld I Expresse
  3. Lusty Youth Should Us Ensue
  4. Green Groweth the Holly
  5. Pastime with Good Company


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