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Sonnet. 38.
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The tears of Fancie | ||
Sonnet. 38.
[O vvould my loue although too late lament mee]
O vvould my loue although too late lament mee,And pitty take of teares from eies distilling:
To beare these sorrowes well I could content me,
And ten times more to suffer would be willing.
If she would daine to grace me with her fauour,
The thought thereof sustained greife should banish:
And in beholding of her rare behauiour,
A smiyle of her should force dispaire to vanishe:
But she is bent to tiranze vpon me,
Dispaire perswades there is no hope to haue her:
My hart doth whisper I am woe begone me,
Then cease thy vaine plaints and desist to craue her.
Here end my sorrowes here my salt teares stint I,
For shes obdurate, sterne, remorseles flintie.
The tears of Fancie | ||