"Love's Labour Lost! I once did see a play Y-cleped so, so called to my paine, Which I to heare to my small joy did stay, Giving attendance on my froward dame: My misgiving minde presaging to me ill, Yet was I drawne to see it 'gainst my will. This play no play, but plague, was unto me, For there I lost the love I liked most; And what to others seemde a jest to be, I that in earnest found unto my cost. To every one, save me, 'twas comicall. While tragick-like to me it did befall. Each actor plaid in cunning wise his part, But chiefly those entrapt in Cupid's snare; Yet all was fained, 'twas not from the hart, They seeme to grieve, but yet they felt no care; 'Twas I that griefe indeed did beare in brest: The others did but make a shew in jest."
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Robert Tofte, Alba: The Months Minde of a Melancholy Lover, 8vo. (London, 1598)
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