1 If love now reigned as it hath been <br />2 And were rewarded as it hath sin, <br /> <br />3 Noble men then would sure ensearch <br />4 All ways whereby they might it reach, <br /> <br />5 But envy reigneth with such disdain <br />6 And causeth lovers outwardly to refrain, <br /> <br />7 Which puts them to more and more <br />8 Inwardly most grievous and sore. <br /> <br />9 The fault in whom I cannot set, <br />10 But let them tell which love doth get-- <br /> <br />11 To lovers I put now sure this case: <br />12 Which of their loves doth get them grace? <br /> <br />13 And unto them which doth it know <br />14 Better than do I, I think it so.<br /><br />Henry VIII, King of England<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-love-now-reigned-as-it-hath-been/
