Fidessa more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin |
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SONNET. V.
[Arraign'd poore captiue at the barre I stand]
Arraign'd poore captiue at the barre I stand,The barre of Beautie, barre to all my ioyes,
And vp I hold my euer-trembling hand,
Wishing or life or death to end annoyes.
And when the Iudge doth question of the guilt,
And bids me speake, then sorrow shuts up words:
Yea though he say, speake boldly what thou wilt,
Yet my confusde affects no speech affoords.
For why (alas) my passions haue no bound,
For feare of death that penetrates so neere:
And still one griefe another doth confound,
Yet doth at length a way to speech appeere.
Then (for I speake too late) the Iudge doth giue
His sentence that in prison I shall liue.
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