Diana of George of Montemayor | ||
A Sonnet.
[Wen cruell absence woundes a soule with paine]
Wen cruell absence woundes a soule with paine,Then thought is fed with fancies in their kinde:
For further of the good remaines, the minde
Receiues more ioy, when that it comes againe:
He that on hope his ground doth yet sustaine,
For all his greefe a remedie shall finde,
And for his paines rewardes shall be assign'd:
Or dies at lest in loue content and faine:
A thousand paines away one ioy doth chace,
And to a thousand scornes reuenge presents
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But when a soule vile iealousie torments,
Though thousand ioyes doe afterwards succeede,
Yet bitter greefe and rage the same doth breede.
Diana of George of Montemayor | ||