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Sonnet. 40.
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The tears of Fancie | ||
Sonnet. 40.
[The common ioye the cheere of companie]
The common ioye the cheere of companie,Twixt myrth and mone doth plague me euermore:
For pleasant talke or musicks melodie,
Yelds no such salue vnto my secret sore.
For still I liue in spight of cruell death,
And die againe in spight of lingring life:
Feede still with hope which doth prolong my breath,
But choackt with feare and strangled still with strife,
VVittnes the daies which I in dole consume,
And weary nights beare record of my woe:
O wrong full world which makst my fancie fume,
Fre fickle Fortune fie thou art my foe.
O heauie hap so froward is my chance,
No daies nor nights nor worlds can me aduance.
The tears of Fancie | ||