Then spake the sorrow-laden:
“Now God prohibit thee
And all my friends from making
a mockery of me!
Of me, the poor forlorn one!
what could I be to one
Who heartfelt love hath ever
from a good woman won?”
Then spake the sorrow-laden:
“Now God prohibit thee
And all my friends from making
a mockery of me!
Of me, the poor forlorn one!
what could I be to one
Who heartfelt love hath ever
from a good woman won?”