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XIX. 4 SONET. HARUEST.

Then, Madam, if this longe desyred springe
may once haue holde within your tender hart,
What Ioy shall suche automney to vs bringe,
when bothe shall reape the frute of loues desert?
howe soone then shall these stubborne stormes depart
That misted hath the mourninge of myne eyes?
howe soone may ye, sweit sommer, slake the smart
That cold dispaire lyke winter made to freise?
Allas, howe longe with tyme our tyme we leise!
The springe dothe passe, the sommer dothe expyre,
Autumnye reapes, with winter all thinge dyese:
yet for my part no guerdon I requyre,
Saue with your will I wist to reape the rose,
For which I haue sustaind so manye woes.
Finis.