Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet XLIII
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Sonnet XLIII
[Cælica, when you looke downe into your heart]
Cælica, when you looke downe into your heart,
And see what wrongs my faith endureth there,
Hearing the groanes of true loue, loth to part,
You thinke they witnesse of your changes beare.
And see what wrongs my faith endureth there,
Hearing the groanes of true loue, loth to part,
You thinke they witnesse of your changes beare.
And as the Man that by ill Neighbours dwells,
Whose curious eyes discerne those works of shame,
Which busie Rumour to the people tells,
Suffers for seeing those darke springs of fame.
Whose curious eyes discerne those works of shame,
Which busie Rumour to the people tells,
Suffers for seeing those darke springs of fame.
So I because I cannot choose but know,
How constantly you haue forgotten me,
Because my Faith doth like the Sea-marks show,
And tell the strangers where the dangers be,
I, like the child, whom Nurse hath ouerthrowne,
Not crying, yet am whipt, if you be knowne.
How constantly you haue forgotten me,
Because my Faith doth like the Sea-marks show,
And tell the strangers where the dangers be,
I, like the child, whom Nurse hath ouerthrowne,
Not crying, yet am whipt, if you be knowne.
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