Diella Certaine Sonnets, adioyned to the amorous Poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura |
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Sonnet XVI.
[Bvt thou my deere sweet-sounding Lute be still]
Bvt thou my deere sweet-sounding Lute be still,repose thy troubled strings vpon this mosse,
Thou hast full often easd me gainst my will,
lye down in peace, thy spoile were my great losse,
Ile speake inough of her (too cruell) hart,
enough to mooue the stonie Rocks to ruth,
And cause these trees weepe tears to heare my smart
though (cruell she) will not once way my truth,
Her face is of the purest white and red,
her eyes are christall, and her haire is gold,
The world for shape with garlands crown her head,
And yet a Tygresse hart dwells in this mold:
But I must loue her (Tigresse) too too much,
Forc'd must I loue, because I finde none such.
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