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viii, ix Sonnet qu'un poet[e] Italien fit pour vn bracelet de cheveux qui lui auoit estè donnè par sa maistresse.

In the same sort of rime.

O haire, sueet haire, part of the tresse of gold
Of vich loue makes his nets vher vretchet I
Like simple bird vas taine, and vhile I die
Hopelesse I hope your faire knots sal me hold;
Yow to embrasse, kisse, and adore I'm bold,
Because ye schadow did that sacred face,
Staine to al mortals, vich from starrie place
Hath jalous made these vho in spheares ar rold:
To yow I'l tel my thochts & invard paines
Since sche by cruel Heauens now absent is,
And cursed Fortune me from her detaines.
Alas! bear vitnesse how my reason is
Made blind be loue, vhile as his nets and chaines
I beare about vhen I should seeke my blisse.