1 If love now reigned as it hath been
2 And were rewarded as it hath sin,

3 Noble men then would sure ensearch
4 All ways whereby they might it reach,

5 But envy reigneth with such disdain
6 And causeth lovers outwardly to refrain,

7 Which puts them to more and more
8 Inwardly most grievous and sore.

9 The fault in whom I cannot set,
10 But let them tell which love doth get--

11 To lovers I put now sure this case:
12 Which of their loves doth get them grace?

13 And unto them which doth it know
14 Better than do I, I think it so.

Henry VIII, King of England

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