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


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Withowt dyscord
And bothe acorde
Now let us be;
Bothe hartes alone
To set in one
Best semyth me.
For when one sole
Ys in the dole
Of lovys payne,
Then helpe must have
Hymselfe to save
And love to optayne.
Wherfore now we
That lovers be
Let us now pray
Onys love sure
For to procure
Withowt denay.
Wher love so sewith,
Ther no hart rewith
But condyscend;
Yf contrarye,
What remedy?
God yt amen. 



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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