Quote#Pain
But by and by, the cause of my disease
Quote byHenry Howard, Earl of Surrey · 1516–1547
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: "A Complaint by Night of the Lover Not Beloved", line 11..
English (original)
But by and by, the cause of my disease Gives me a pang, that inwardly doth sting, When that I think what grief it is again To live and lack the thing should rid my pain.
— Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
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