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I. SONETT.

heues rid and paile which litts bell[isaes face],
and dortye maks her eyes and deafe her eares,
howe canst yow wyne soure lookes and spite in peace,
and for my wrak theme arme and mak suche weres?
yet since of me so myndles shee apperes,
as shee dothe seme her self for to forgett,
quhy wakned wakns yow vpp neire hopes and feares,
and blawes deade coales, cold cindars bringing lett?
iff yow my torments for your trophees sett,
and of my martyrdome your triumphs mak,
why maks yow me through coy contempt to frett,
and vnto reasoun for to turne my bak,
and former voues with solemne othes disclayme,
adoring farder her who dothe me schame?