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PEASANT BARD TO NOBLE MISTRESS.

[Gregory.]

DO you think it, gentle lady, that because my name is new,
I should bow before your lineage, should be humble, dear, with you?
But I love you : do you hear it ? I have crowned you with my crown;
And in Love's fair state, my lady, is no looking up nor down.
Were you fifty times a princess, by your love I should be king;
And our love would be the only thing that each of us could bring.
Are you proud of ancient honours ? — I am prouder of your grace.
Are you proud of famous kinsmen ? — I am prouder of your face.