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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I can’t prevent myself from singing</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I can’t prevent myself from singing,<br>And yet I’m full of grief and sadness,<br>Though joy is always a lovely thing,<br>And no one takes pleasure in distress.<br>I don’t sing as one loved will sing<br>But as one troubled, downcast, weeping,<br>Since I’ve no more hope of happiness,<br>Ever deceived by what words are weaving.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I will tell you one thing without lying:<br>Love greatly depends on fate and chance,<br>If I could sever from her, cease loving,<br>It would be better than ruling France.<br>Now I’ve spoken like a mad thing,<br>Her beauties I’d rather die recalling<br>Her great wisdom and sweet acquaintance,<br>Than see the whole wide world bowing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I’ll never be happy, I’m sure that’s true,<br>Since Love hates, and my lady forgets me,<br>Yet there’s sense for one with love in view<br>In not fearing death, or pain, or folly.<br>As I give myself, with Love so willing,<br>To my lady, then it’s of his desiring,<br>That I shall die or regain my lady,<br>Or my life will be not worth living.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The Phoenix seeks the wood of the vine<br>And plunging there dies an incendiary.<br>So I sought death and this torment of mine<br>When I saw her, should pity not find me.<br>God! How beautiful that first seeing<br>That brought upon me so much suffering!<br>The memory makes me die of my need<br>For her, my desire, and my great longing.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The marvellous power of Love is such<br>He gives joy and sadness as He wishes,<br>Me he keeps in misery overmuch.<br>Reason tells me to think of other issues.<br>But I have a heart beyond discovering:<br>‘Love! Love! Love!’ ever commanding.<br>No other argument’s there but kisses,<br>And I’ll love, from that there is no turning.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Mercy, my lady, who knows all things!<br>All goodness and everything worth having<br>Are yours: more than any woman living.<br>Help me, now, it is in your giving!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=529091" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Song! To my friend, Philip, go running!<br>Since he’s become a Courtly being,<br>All his love is transformed to hating:<br>He’s scarcely loved by the fair and loving.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Thibaut+de+Champagne">Thibaut de Champagne</a></strong></div>