Love This Little Poem

Weare I a Kinge I coude commande content;

Weare I obscure unknowne shoulde be my cares,

And weare I ded no thoughtes shoulde me torment,

Nor wordes, nor wronges, nor loves, nor hopes, nor feares.

   A dowtefull choyse of these thinges one to crave,

   A Kingdom or a cottage or a grave.

Anonymous but thought to be Edward de Vere 17th Earl of Oxford

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[DH]

Finally, a poem I like.