Thou art delighted,
Thou art in woe,
Thou art dismay,
Yet thou art woop.
How Hast thou well?
O shatterd thy heart shalt relinquish,
Vain of vains I saddened,
Wilt neither I not cry,
thou art not mine.
I not cry, as men doth,
I not sadened in petit,
Ye avert in bravado,
Doth I look tough cause,
Thine not mine
Art blind in love from thee.
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"La Petit"
PoetrySuprisingly minor in sentiment. Where chiefly Men (human in general) will never understood pathos in these poem. It was written for the fact that these feelings should remain bury where no one can comprehend the rhetorical rhasody of sadness.
