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ELEGIE XV.
[Oh deare remembraunce of my Ladyes eyes]
Oh deare remembraunce of my Ladyes eyesIn minde whose reuolutions I reuolue!
To you mine harts bright guid-starres, my soule cryes
Vpon some happy sentence to resolue:
A sentence either of my life, or death,
So bale me from the dungeon of dispaire,
On you I cry with interrupted breathe,
On you, and none but you to crosse my care:
My care to crosse, least I be crucified
Aboue the patience of an humaine soule,
Do this, Ah this, and still be glorified:
Do this, and let eternities enroule
Thy fame, and name, let them enroule for euer
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Do this, ah this and famous still perseuer,
Which in another age thy ghost shall feele.
Yet (howsoeuer thou with me shall deale)
Thy bewtie shall perseuer in my verse:
And thine eyes wounde, which thine hart would not heale:
And my complaintes, which could not thine hart perce:
And thine hard hart, thy bewties shamefull staine:
And that fowle staine, thine endlesse infamie:
So (though thou still in recorde do remaine)
The recordes reckon but thine obloquie,
When on the paper (which my passionbeares)
Relenting readers (for my sake) shed teares.
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