Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet XXX.
I doe compare vnto thy youthly cleare,(Which alwaies bydes within thy flowring prime,)
The month of Aprill, that bedewes our clime
With pleasant flowers, when as his showers appeare,
Before thy face, shall flie false crueltie,
Before his face, the doaly season fleetes,
Milde beene his lookes, thine eyes are full of sweetes:
Firme is his course, firme is thy loialtie.
He paints the fieldes through liquid christall showers,
Thou paint'st my verse with Pallas learned flowers:
With Zephirus sweet breath he fils the plaines,
And thou my hart with weeping sighes doost wring,
His browes are dewd with mornings christall spring,
Thou mak'st my eyes with teares bemoane my paines.
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