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SONNET 16.
[Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint]
Which I powre foorth vnto a cruell Saint,Who mercilesse my praiers doth attend:
Who Tiger-like doth pittie my complaint,
And neuer eare vnto my woes will lend.
But still false hope dispairing life deludes,
And tels my fancie I shall grace obtaine,
But Chloris faire my orisons concludes
With fearfull frownes presagers of my paine.
Thus do I spend the weary wandring day,
Oppressed with a Chaos of harts griefe,
Thus I consume the obscure night away,
Neglecting sleepe which brings all cares reliefe,
Thus I passe my ling'ring life in woe,
But when my blisse will come I do not knoe.
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