The Silent Lover Ii

Sir Walter Raleigh

WRONG not, sweet empress of my heart,
The merit of true passion,
With thinking that he feels no smart,
That sues for no compassion.

Silence in love bewrays more woe
Than words, though ne'er so witty:
A beggar that is dumb, you know,
May challenge double pity.

Then wrong not, dearest to my heart,
My true, though secret passion;
He smarteth most that hides his smart,
And sues for no compassion. 

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• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Silent Lover I
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Passionate Man's Pilgrimage
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Nymph's Reply To The Shepherd
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Lie
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Conclusion
• Sir Walter Raleigh : The Artist
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Stans Puer Ad Mensam
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Song Of Myself
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Sestina Otiosa
• Sir Walter Raleigh : Prais'd Be Diana's Fair And Harmless Light