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SONNET. XXXV
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 | Fidessa |  |
SONNET. XXXV
[I haue not spent the Aprill of my time]
I haue not spent the Aprill of my time,The sweet of youth in plotting in the aire:
But doe at first aduenture seeke to clime,
Whil'st flowers of blooming yeares are greene and faire.
I am no leauing of al-withering age,
I haue not suffred many winter lowres:
I feele no storme, vnlesse my Loue doe rage,
And then in griefe I spend both daies and houres.
This yet doth comfort that my flower lasted,
Vntill it did approach my Sunne too neere:
And then (alas) vntimely was it blasted,
So soone as once thy beautie did appeare.
But after all, my comfort rests in this,
That for thy sake my youth decaied is.
| Fidessa | |