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 XXXV.
I hope and feare, I pray and hould my peace,Now freeze my thoughtes and straight they frie againe,
I now admire and straight my wounders cease,
I loose my bondes and yet my selfe restraine:
This likes me most that leaues me discontent,
My courage serues and yet my heart doth faile,
My will doth clime whereas my hopes are spent,
I laugh at loue, yet when he comes I quaile.
The more I striue, the duller bide I still,
I would bee thrald, and yet I freedome loue,
I would redresse, yet hourly feede myne ill,
I would repine, and dare not once reproue,
And for my loue I am bereft of power,
And strengthlesse striue my weaknes to deuoure.
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