Fidessa more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin |
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SONNET. LI.
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SONNET. LI.
[Worke worke apace you blessed Sisters three]
Worke worke apace you blessed Sisters three,In restles twining of my fatall threed:
Oh let your nimble hands at once agree,
To weaue it out, and cut it off with speed.
Then shall my vexed and tormented ghost
Haue quiet passage to the Elisian rest:
And sweetly ouer death and fortune boast,
In euerlasting triumphs with the blest.
But ah (too well I know) you haue conspired
A lingring death for him that lotheth life:
As if with woes he neuer could be tyred:
For this you hide your all-diuiding knife.
One comfort yet the heauens haue assign'd me,
That I must dye and leaue my griefes behind me.
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