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Son. [xix]

[In vaine I haunt the colde and siluer Springs]

In vaine I haunt the colde and siluer Springs,
To quench the Feuer burning in my Vaines,
In vaine (Loues Pilgrime) Mountaines, Dales, and Plaines,
I ouer-runne, vaine Helpe long Absence brings.
In vaine (my Friends) your Counsell me constraines
To flie, and place my Thoughts on other Things,
Ah! like the Bird that fired hath her Wings,
The more I moue, the greater are my Paines.
Desire (alas) Desire a Zeuxis new,
From Indies borrowing Gold, from Westerne Skies
Most bright Cynoper, sets before mine Eyes
In euery Place, her Haire, sweet Looke and Hew:
That flie, runne, rest I, all doth proue but vaine,
My Life lies in those Lookes which haue me slaine.