Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Elizabethan MiscellaniesFrom The Paradyse of Dainty Devises: Amantium Irae (R. Edwards)
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I heard a wife sing to her child, that long before had wept:
She sighed sore and sang full sore, to bring the babe to rest,
That would not rest but cried still in sucking at her breast:
She was full weary of her watch, and grieved with her child,
She rocked it and rated it, until on her it smiled:
Then did she say now have I found the proverb true to prove
The falling out of faithful friends is the renewing of love.
I marvel much, pardy, quoth she, for to behold the rout,
To see man, woman, boy and beast, to toss the world about:
Some kneel, some crouch, some beck, some check, and some can smoothly smile,
And some embrace others in arms, and there think many a wile:
Some stand aloof at cap and knee, some humble and some stout,
Yet are they never friends indeed, until they once fall out:
Thus ended she her song, and said before she did remove,
The falling out of faithful friends is the renewing of love.