William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
UncertaintyAnonymous
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Since first your servant old was new;
How many long hours have I told
Since first my love was vowed to you;
And yet, alas, she does not know
Whether her servant love or no.
And windows clear as any glass,
Have I conjured to tell you so,
Which faithfully performèd was;
And yet you’ll swear you do not know
Whether your servant love or no.
With true characters of my love,
Petitionèd to you for grace,
Whom neither sighs nor tears can move;
O cruel, yet do you not know
Whether your servant love or no.
I have been fain to send my heart,
Which now your cold disdain hath broken,
Nor can you heal’t by any art:
O look upon’t, and you shall know
Whether your servant love or no.