William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Elizabethan Verse. 1907.
No Minute Good to LoveAnonymous
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Which now I must lament;
The year wherein I lost such time
To compass my content;
The follies of a lover;
The hour wherein I found such loss
As care cannot recover;
Which makes me thus to plain;
The doleful fruits of lovers’ suits,
Which labour lose in vain:
As I with pain do prove,
There is no time, year, day, nor hour,
Nor minute, good to love.