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ELEGIE II.
[Oh that some time thou saw myne endlesse fittes]
Oh that some time thou saw myne endlesse fittes,When I haue somewhat of thy bewtie pondred!
Thou could not be perswaded that my wittes
Could once retire so farre from sence asondred,
Furies them selues haue at my passions wondred,
Yet thou (Parthenophe) well pleased sittes
Whilst in me so thy moystures heate hath thondred,
And thine eyes dartes at euery colon hittes
My soule with double prickes which myne hart splittes.
Whose faintyng breath with sighing commaes broken
Drawes on the sentence of my death by pawses:
Euer prolonging out myne endlesse clauses
With iffs Parenthesis, yet finde no token
When with my greefe, I should stand euen or odde:
My life still making preparations
Through thy loues dartes to beare the periodde,
Yet stumbleth on Interrogations.
These are those scholler like vexations
Which greeue me when those studies I applye.
I misse my lesson still, but with loues rodde
For each small accent sounded but awrye
Am I tormented, yet I can not dye.
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