Love's Labor's Lost (Quarto 1, 1598)
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35To loue, to wealth, to pome, I pine and die,
¶So much deare Liedge, I haue already sworne,
¶That is, to lyue and study heere three yeeres.
¶As not to see a woman in that terme,
¶Which I hope well is not enrolled there.
¶And one day in a weeke to touch no foode:
¶And but one meale on euery day beside:
45The which I hope is not enrolled there.
¶And then to sleepe but three houres in the nyght,
¶And not be seene to wincke of all the day.
¶When I was wont to thinke no harme all nyght,
¶And make a darke nyght too of halfe the day:
50Which I hope well is not enrolled there.
¶What is the ende of study, let me know?
65To know the thing I am forbid to know:
¶As thus, to study where I well may dine,
70Or hauing sworne too hard a keeping oth,
¶Studie to breake it, and not breake my troth.
¶Studie knowes that which yet it doth not know,
Sweare
called Loues Labor's lost.
