 | Parthenophil and Parthenophe |  |
SONNET XX.
[These eyes thy bewties tenants, pay dew teares]
These eyes thy bewties tenants, pay dew tearesFor ocupation of myne hart thy free hold:
In tenour of loues seruice (if thou behold)
With what exaction it is helde through feares,
And yet thy rentes extorted, dayly beares,
Thou would not thus consume my quiets gold.
And yet thr couetous thou be, to make
Thy bewtie rich, with renting me so roughlie
And at such sommes, thou neuer thought doest take,
But still consumes me, then thou doest misguide all:
Spending in sport for which I wrought so toughlie.
When I had felt all torture and had tryed all,
And spent my stocke through streane of thine extortion
On that I had but good hopes for my portion.
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