Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet XXI.
Ye heraultes of my heart, mine ardent groanes,O teares which gladly would burst out to brookes,
Oh spent on fruitlesse sande my surging moanes,
Oh thoughtes enthrald vnto care-boading lookes.
Ah iust laments of my vniust distresse,
Ah fond desires whom reason could not guide,
Oh hopes of loue that intimate redresse,
Yet proue the load-stars vnto bad betide.
When will you cease? or shall paine neuer ceasing,
Seaze on my heart? oh molifie your rage,
Least your assaultes with ouer switf increasing,
Procure my death, or call on timelesse age.
What if they do? they shall but feede the fire,
Which I haue kindled by my fond desire.
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