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