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SONNET 36.
[O what a wound and what a deadly stroke]
O what a wound and what a deadly stroke,Doth Cupid giue to vs perplexed louers?
Which cleaues more fast, then Iuie doth to oke,
Vnto our harts where he his might discouers.
Though warlike Mars were armed at all points,
With that tride coate which fierie Vulcan made,
Loues shaftes did penetrate his steeled ioints,
And in his breast in streaming gore did wade,
So pittiles is this fell conquerer:
That in his mothers paps his arrowes stucke,
Such is his rage that he doth not defer,
To wound those orbs from whence he life did sucke.
Then sith no mercy he shewes to his mother,
We meekely must his force and rigor smother.
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