TED FOR HURST, ROBINSON AND CO. HIBALD CONSTABLE AND CO. EDINBURGH. Thou dost tell me where to borrow Though thou be to them a scorn That to nought but earth are born; Let my life no longer be, Than I am in love with thee! Though our wise ones call thee madness, Let me never taste of gladness, If I love not thy maddest fits More than all their greatest wits. And though some, too seeming holy, Thou dost teach me to condemn What makes knaves and fools of them! WITHER. |