I must complain

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Thomas Campion

The Fovrth Booke of Ayres

1618

XVII. I must complain

     I must complain, yet doe enioy my Loue ;
     She is too faire, too rich in loues parts :
     Thence is my grief, for Nature, while she stroue
     With all her graces and diuine Arts
         To form her too too beautifull of hue,
         Shee had no leasure left to make her true.

     Should I agrieu'd then wish shee were lesse fayre ?
     That were repugnant to mine owne desires :
     Shee is admir'd, new louers still repayre,
     That kindles daily loues forgetfull fires.
         Rest iealous thoughts, and thus resolue at last,
         Shee hath more beauty then becomes the chast.