Well I have lost you; and i lost you fairly; In my own way, and with my full consent Say what you will, king in a tumbrel rarely Went to their deaths more proud that this one went Some nights of apprehension and hot weeping I will confess; but that's permitted me; Day dried my eyes; I was not one for keeping Rubbed in a cage a wing that would be free If i had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for summer more, But at the cost of words l value highly, And no such summer as the one before Should I outlive this anguish and men do I shall have only good to say of you