Fidessa more chaste then kinde. By B. Griffin |
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SONNET. LIII.
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SONNET. LIII.
[I was a king of sweet content at least]
I was a king of sweet content at least,But now from out my kingdome banished:
I was chiefe guest at faire Dame pleasures feast,
But now I am for want of succour famished.
I was a Saint and heauen was my rest,
But now cast downe into the lowest hell:
Vile caytifes may not liue amongst the blest,
Nor blessed men mongst cursed caytifes dwell.
Thus am I made an exile of a king,
Thus choice of meates to want of food is changed:
Thus heauens losse doth hellish torments bring:
Selfe crosses make me from my selfe estranged.
Yet am I still the same: but made another,
Then not the same: alas I am no other.
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