Love Potions Through the Ages: A Study of Amatory Devices and Mores

by Harry E. Wedeck

Ay, and none other solace for my dole;

Then give it me straightway,

Love; put an end withal to my dismay;

Ah, do it; since fate’s spite

Hath robbed me of delight;

Gladden thou her, lord, with my death, love-slain,

As thou hast cheered her with another swain.

My song, though none to learn thee lend an ear,

I reck the less thereof, indeed, that none

Could sing thee even as I;