But him to obey;
In spight of all contesting,
Love will find out the way.
If that he were hidden,
And all Men that are;
Were strictly forbidden,
That place to declare:
Winds that have no abiding,
Pitying their delay;
Will come and bring him tydings,
But him to obey;
In spight of all contesting,
Love will find out the way.
If that he were hidden,
And all Men that are;
Were strictly forbidden,
That place to declare:
Winds that have no abiding,
Pitying their delay;
Will come and bring him tydings,