Fidessa more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin |
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SONNET. XLVII.
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SONNET. XLVII.
[I see, I heare, I feele, I know, I rue]
I see, I heare, I feele, I know, I rueMy fate, my fame, my paine, my losse, my fall;
Mishap, reproach, disdaine, a crowne, her hue,
Cruell still flying, false, faire, funerall
To crosse, to shame, bewitch, deceiue, and kill
My first proceedings in their flowring bloome.
My worthles pen fast chayned to my will,
My erring life through an vncertaine doome:
My thoughts that yet in lowlines doe mount,
My heart the subiect of her tyrannie,
What now remaines but her seuere account
Of murthers crying guilt (foule butcherie.)
She was vnhappie in her cradle breath,
That giuen was to be anothers death.
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