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 XXIIII.
No glory makes me glorious or glad,Nor pleasure may to pleasure me dispose,
Ne comfort can reuiue my sences sad,
Nor hope enfranchise me with one repose.
Nor in hir absence tast I one delight,
Nor in hir presence am I well content,
Was neuer time gaue tearme to my dispight,
Nor ioy that dried the teares of my lament:
Nor holde I hope of weale in memorie,
Nor haue I thought to change my restlesse griefe,
Nor doth my conquest yeelde me souerainetie,
Nor hope repose, nor confidence, reliefe.
For why she sortes hir frownes and fauoures so,
As when I gaine or loose I cannot know:
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