Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet VII.
How languisheth the Primrose of loues garden?How trill hir teares th' Elixar of my sences:
Ambitious sicknes, what doth thee so harden,
Oh spare and plague thou me for hir offences.
Ah Roses, loues faire Roses do not languish,
Blush through the milk-white vaile that holdes you couered:
If heate or colde may mitigate your anguish,
Ile burne, Ile frize, but you shall be recouered.
Good God would beautie marke now she is crased,
How but one shower of sicknesse makes hir tender:
Hir Iudgmentes then to marke my woes amazed,
To mercy should opinions fort surrender:
And I (oh would, I might, or would she ment it,)
Should herrie loue, who now in hart lament it.
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