H. C. K.
INEDITED POEM.—"THE DECEITFULNESS OF LOVE."
The following lines, written about 1600, are, I think, well worthy of preservation in your columns. I believe they have never been published; but if any of your correspondents should have met with them, and can inform me of the author, I shall feel much obliged.
Chris. Roberts.
Bradford, Yorkshire.
Deceitfulness of Love.
Go, sit by the summer sea,
Thou, whom scorn wasteth,
And let thy musing be