PREFACE
PREFACE Ohh howeth truth it be that love doth be of such a kind that that which we love doth not love we still doest we on love of he or she still do proceed andst to the world do But display with all the froth that our lips canst say that our love onst he or she will for eternity stay Andst e’en whenst that love we give he or she doth distain andst our flesh be But full of woes andst sorrows throws our harts full of pain andst our hopes our joyes do But flee But still doest we inst love remain thru bitterness wretchedness on bed of thorns we lay our hart still But beat the music of love when on he or she face we gaze