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Sonetto. 24.

[Th'impatient rage of fretting Ielosie]

Th'impatient rage of fretting Ielosie,
Suspectes the windes that comes from Cupids winges,
Whose watch preuents the oportunitie,
Whose louers seeke to cure his noysome stinges:
Ech looke, a feare, infuseth to the minde,
That gauled is with such a base conceyte,
Which makes them proue to their hearts-ioyes vnkinde.
When loue sweete-ones, of sorrowe, sucke the teate:
Yf one but speake to doe another right,
Suspect sayth then, of smoke there commeth fier,
His good deserts are houlden in despite?
And rancor doth his cruell fate conspire.
So Ielosie still breedeth base suspect,
Whose fruitelesse feare there owne good name detect.