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SONNET XLI.
[When my sunne Cupid tooke his next abyding]
When my sunne Cupid tooke his next abydingMongst craggie rockes and mountaines with the goate,
Ah then on bewtie did my sences doate,
Then had each fayre regard my fancies guiding,
Then more then blessed was I if one tyding
Of fæmal fauour set mine hart a floate:
Then to mine eyes each mayde was made a moate.
My fickle thoughtes with diuerse fancies slyding
With wanton rage of luste so me did tickle:
Mine hart each bewties captiuated vassall
Nor vanquish't then, as now, but with loues prickle
Not deepely mou'd, till loues beames did discouer
That louely Nymphe Parthenophe, no louer,
Stoppe there for feare, loues priuiledge doth passe all.
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