by: George Peele
the muse of tragic songs,
- With mournful tunes, in stole of dismal hue,
- Assist a silly nymph to wail her woe,
- And leave thy lusty company behind.
- Thou luckless wreath! becomes not me to wear
- The poplar tree for triumph of my love:
- Then as my joy, my pride of love, is left,
- Be thou unclothed of thy lovely green;
- And in thy leaves my fortune written be,
- And them some gentle wind let blow abroad,
- That all the world may see how false of love
- False Paris hath to his none been.
POEMS BY GEORGE PEELE
'none's Complaint' was originally
published in The Arraignment of Paris (1584).