Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
SONNET LXXXVIII.
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SONNET LXXXVIII.
[Within thine eyes mine hart takes all his rest]
Within thine eyes mine hart takes all his rest,In which still sleeping all my sence is drown'd:
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Be thousand louely fancies, turning round
The restlesse wheele of my much busie brayne:
The morning, which from resting doth awake me,
Thy bewtie, banish't from my sight agayne,
When I to long melancholie betake me:
Then full of errours all my dreames I finde,
And in their kindes contrarious, till the day
(Which is her bewtie) set on worke my minde,
Which neuer will cease labour, neuer stay:
And thus my pleasures are but dreames with me,
Whilst mine hot feuers paynes quotidian be.
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