Love me still but know not why

Madrigal.


Love not me for comely grace,

For my pleasing eye or face;

Nor for any outward part,

No, nor for my constant heart:

For those may fail or turn to ill,

So thou and I shall sever:

Keep therefore a true woman's eye,

And love me still, but know not why;

So hast thou the same reason still

To doat upon me ever.

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