I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine.
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine For if from yours you will not part, Why then shouldst thou have mine.
I prithee, peace; my soul is full of sorrow.
Why so pale and wan, fond lover Prithee, why so pale Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail Prithee, why so pale.
Yet what is Love, I prithee, say?
Prithee don't screw your wit beyond the compass of good manners.
Keeper, I prithee sit by me awhile;
My soul is heavy, and I fain would sleep.
Lord, I do fear Thou'st made the world too beautiful this year My soul is all but out of melet fall No burning leaf prithee, let no bird call.
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