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XIII. SONET.

Against the streame to stryve it is but vayne,
More follye were to fight against the fyre,
And what winns he in loue that takes no payne?
God wote he hathe but hevye hap for hyre.
Eche thing hathe tyme, then saith my hartes desyre;
My hart not myne, my harte is from me gone
Vnto that hart first set my harte on fyre;
Regardlesse nowe of all my plaintes & mone,
None nowe companions me but cares alone;
Suche is the guerdon loue his seruantes sendes.
Ahe faithe, good hope, take courage, man, anone,
Yet Fortune may for all this make amendes:
As first hir bewtye tooke from the thy harte,
May not hir bowntye heale againe thy smarte?