Wish Me Luck
My soul weepeth and cringe
in love’s pure true delight.
For today it is realized that I,
I have been dug a shallow grave
By the hands of mine own accordance!
Foul wretch am I!
As to betray this heart.
To drown it in the cold, of deceits own sorrowing mansions.
Tis grievance that I should hide such passionate concern!
For she be the maiden most fair Mine eyes hath ever falled upon.
Aye, She be the one my heart doth truly know.
I fear it too late.
I’ve gone astray, misplaced her care.
prithee, how canst I win it back?
Tis lost I dread, Tis lost I dread.
There is but a fool’s hope left!