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 xxxviij.
VVho lyues inthrald to Cupid and his flame,From day to day is chang'd in sundry sort:
The proofe whereof my selfe may well report,
Who oft transformd by him may teach the same.
I first was turnd into a wounded Hart,
That bare the bloodie arrow in my side:
Then to a Swanne that midst the waters glide,
With pittious voyce presagd my deadlie smart.
Eft-soones I waxt a faint and fading flower,
Then was I made a fountaine suddaine dry,
Distilling all my teares from troubled eye:
Novv am I Salamander by his power,
Liuing in flames, but hope ere long to be
A voice, to talke my Mistresse maiestie.
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