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A Sonnet.

[As many stars as Heauen containeth, striue]

As many stars as Heauen containeth, striue
To frame my harme, and lucklesse hap to show:
And in th' Earth no grasse nor greene doth growe,
That to my greefe may any comfort giue:
Loue vnto feare subiected, euer driue
A soule to coldest ice: O bitter woe,
That he, whom Fortune did contrarie so,
Continually with iealousie must liue.
The fault I must (Montanus) lay on thee,
And all my greefe: on thee I doe complaine
(O cruell soule) that pitie dost disdaine;
For if thou hadst but taken part with mee,
I would not care though gainst me did conspire
Heauen, Earth, and Loue, and Fortune in their ire.