Sir Edward Dyer (1540 - 1607 / England)
As rare to heare as seldome to be seene,
It cannot be nor never yet hathe bene
That fire should burne with perfecte heate and flame
Without some matter for to yealde the same.
A straunger case yet true by profe I knowe
A man in joy that livethe still in woe:
A harder happ who hathe his love at lyste
Yet lives in love as he all love had miste:
Whoe hathe enougehe, yet thinkes he lives wthout,
Lackinge no love yet still he standes in doubte.
What discontente to live in suche desyre,
To have his will yet ever to requyre.
Sir Edward Dyer's Other Poems
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- The lowest trees have tops
- The man of Woe
- The Shepherd's Conceit of Prometheus
- To Phillis the Faire Sheeperdesse
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