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ELEGIE XX.
[Oh deare vexation of my troubled soule]
Oh deare vexation of my troubled souleMy life with greefe when wilt thou consummate?
The deare remembrance of my passing soule,
Mine hart with some restes hope doth animate:
How many haue those conquering eyes subdued?
How many vanquish't captiues to thine hart!
Hard-iron harted Captaines when they vew'de
VVere drawne, till they were wounded with thy dart.
Oh when I there heard bodies haue beheld,
Their martiall stomaches, and oft wounded face:
Which bitter tumultes, and garboyles foretell'd,
In which, it seem'd they founde no cowardes place
Then I recall'd how farre loues power exceedes
Aboue the bloudie menace of rough warre:
Where euery wounded hart, close inward bleedes
And soddeine perc'd, with twinckling of a starre.
Then (when such iron harted Captaines bee
To thine harts bulwarke forced for to trye
Which way to winne that sort by batterye:
And how all conquerours their conquer'd lye)
Me thinkes, thine hart, or else thine eyes be made
(Because they can such iron obiectes force)
Of hardest Adamante, that men (which lade
Continuall siege) be thrall'd without remorse:
Thine hart of Adamant, because it takes
The hardest harts drawne prisoners vnto thine,
Thine eye because, it wonded many makes,
Yet no transpercing beames can pearce those eyne:
Thine hart of Adamant, which none can wound:
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