| William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907. | | | | Disdain Me Still | | Anonymous |
| | | DISDAIN 1 me still that I may ever love, | |
| For who his love enjoys can love no more: | |
| The war once past, with ease men cowards prove, | |
| And ships returned do rot upon the shore: | |
| And though thou frown, I’ll say thou art most fair, | 5 |
| And still I’ll love, though still I must despair. | |
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| As heat to life, so is desire to love, | |
| And these once quenched both life and love are gone: | |
| Let not my sighs nor tears thy virtue move, | |
| Like baser metals do not melt too soon: | 10 |
| Laugh at my woes although I ever mourn; | |
| Love surfeits with reward, his nurse is scorn. | |
| | | Note 1. From John Dowland’s A Pilgrim’s Solace, 1612. [back] | | |
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