Caleb Randall - Lascivious Grace

Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foes
Then if for my love thou my love receivest
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest
But yet be blamed if thou this self deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foes
I do forgive thy robb'ry, gentle thief
Although thou steal thee all my poverty
And yet love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love's wrong than hate's known injury
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foes
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foes
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
Take all my loves, my love, yea, take them all

Written by:
William Shakespeare

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