Imaginary Sonnets | ||
47
FILIPPO STROZZI TO DUKE COSMO.
(1538.)
Hast thou not murdered Freedom in her sleep?
So thou may'st murder me. But, in Death's sight,
I curse thee, Cosmo, with a shrivelling blight;
Grain shalt thou sow, and vipers shalt thou reap!
So thou may'st murder me. But, in Death's sight,
I curse thee, Cosmo, with a shrivelling blight;
Grain shalt thou sow, and vipers shalt thou reap!
May Horror's silent spirits sit and keep
Thine eyes awake beside thy bed at night;
Or whirl thy dreams through caverns of such fright,
That thou shalt cower in a clammy heap!
Thine eyes awake beside thy bed at night;
Or whirl thy dreams through caverns of such fright,
That thou shalt cower in a clammy heap!
I curse thee from the depths of what I am;
I curse thy thoughts, thy prayers, thy food, thy breath;
And all thy hours I call on God to damn.
I curse thy thoughts, thy prayers, thy food, thy breath;
And all thy hours I call on God to damn.
Corrupt in life, before thou rot in death;
And when thou shalt be dying, may God slam
The open gates of Mercy in thy teeth!
And when thou shalt be dying, may God slam
The open gates of Mercy in thy teeth!
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