William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
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To lovers’ plaints with heart-sore throbs immixed,
Whenas my dear this way her pleasure takes,
Tell her with tears how firm my love is fixed;
And, Philomel, report my timourous fears,
And, Echo, sound my heigh-ho’s in her ears:
But if she ask if I for love will die,
Tell her, “Good faith, good faith, good faith,—not I!”