Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
SONNET XLVII.
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Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET XLVII.
[Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse]
Giue me mine hart for no man liueth hartlesse,And now depriu'd of hart I am but dead:
And since thou hast it in his tables read,
Whether he rest at ease in ioyes and smartlesse,
Whether beholding him thine eyes were dartlesse,
Or to what bondage his inthral-ment leades.
Returne deare hart and me to mine restore,
Ah let me thee possesse, returne to mee:
I finde no meanes deuayde of skill and artlesse
Thether returne where thou triumph't before
Let me of him but repossessor bee
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Thy selfe thou doest bestow, for thou art shee,
Whom I call hart, and of whom I complaine.
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