The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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[You, who ending neuer saw]
You , who ending neuer sawOf pleasures best delighting,
You that cannot wish a thaw.
Who feeles no frost of spighting,
Keeping Cupids hand in awe,
That sees but by your lighting.
Bee not still too cruell bent
against a soule distressed,
Whose heart loue long since hath rent,
And pittilesse oppressed:
But let malice now be spent,
And former ills redressed.
Grieue I doe for what is past,
Let fauour then be granted,
Theeues by iudgement to dye cast,
Haue not of mercy wanted;
But alone at feasts I fast,
As Thiefe of pleasure scanted:
You accuse me that I stole
From you your hearts directing,
All your thoughts at my controule,
Yet passions still reiecting;
But you place me in the roule
Of left loues new electing.
Though I kinder was to it,
My heart in place bestowing,
To make roome for yours more fit,
As iust exchange truth flowing,
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And flying, left loue owing.
Which debt resting still vnpaid,
Let this at last be gained,
When your new loues haue you staid,
With welcome choyce obtained:
Let change on your brest be laid,
While I liue still vnstained.
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