But by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang, that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
"A Complaint by Night of the Lover Not Beloved", line 11.
But by and by, the cause of my disease
Gives me a pang, that inwardly doth sting,
When that I think what grief it is again
To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
"A Complaint by Night of the Lover Not Beloved", line 11.