| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Madrigal | | Anonymous |
| | | SLY 1 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 | 5 |
| That which I may forego so ill. | |
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| 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, | 10 |
| That there you may, for your amisses | |
| Be damaged in a thousand kisses. | |
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