XIII
‘Oh how happy is that woman,
That enjoys so true a friend!
Many happy days God send you!
Of my suit I’ll make an end:
On my knees I pardon crave for this offence,
Which did from love and true affection first commence.
‘Oh how happy is that woman,
That enjoys so true a friend!
Many happy days God send you!
Of my suit I’ll make an end:
On my knees I pardon crave for this offence,
Which did from love and true affection first commence.