William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
A ConspiracyAnonymous
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Subdue her heart who makes me glad and sorry:
Out of thy golden quiver
Take thou thy strongest arrow
That will through bone and marrow,
And me and thee of grief and fear deliver:—
But come behind, for if she look upon thee,
Alas! poor Love, then thou art woe-begone thee!