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Montanus Sonnet in the woods.
Alas, how wander I amidst these woods,
Whereas no day bright shine doth finde accesse?
But where the melancholy fleeting floods,
(Darke as the night) my night of woes expresse,
Disarmde of reason, spoyld of Natures goods,
Without redresse to salue my heauinesse
I walke, whilst thought (too cruell to my harmes,)
With endlesse greefe my heedlesse iudgement charmes
Whereas no day bright shine doth finde accesse?
But where the melancholy fleeting floods,
(Darke as the night) my night of woes expresse,
Disarmde of reason, spoyld of Natures goods,
Without redresse to salue my heauinesse
I walke, whilst thought (too cruell to my harmes,)
With endlesse greefe my heedlesse iudgement charmes
My silent tongue assailde by secrete feare,
My trayterous eyes imprisond in theyr ioy:
My fatall peace deuour'd in fained cheere,
My hart enforc'd to harbour in annoy.
My reason rob'd of power by yeelding care,
My fond opinions, slaue to euery ioy.
Oh Loue thou guide in my vncertaine way:
Woe to thy bowe, thy fire, the cause of my decay.
My trayterous eyes imprisond in theyr ioy:
My fatall peace deuour'd in fained cheere,
My reason rob'd of power by yeelding care,
My fond opinions, slaue to euery ioy.
Oh Loue thou guide in my vncertaine way:
Woe to thy bowe, thy fire, the cause of my decay.
FINIS.
S. E. D.
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