Wittes Pilgrimage (by Poeticall Essaies): Through a VVorld of amorous Sonnets, Soule-passions, and other Passages, Diuine, Philosophicall, Morall, Poeticall, and Politicall. By Iohn Davies |
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[Pardon me Loue, sith what for Thee I do]
Pardon me Loue, sith what for Thee I do(Although it breaks thy Precepts (oft too strict)
Is to attaine what to attaine vnto
Thou sholdst no Course, how ere crosse, cōtradict
For, shee I loue is too too like a Saint,
But that shee's most vnlike, in hir disdaine;
Who loues: but loues to cause my iust complaint,
As if her pride tooke pleasure in my paine:
Then though my prostrate old Deuotion
I do forbeare, forbeare to blame my Course:
For some do climb to high'st promotion
By scorning Scorne, and offering Fury force:
She's stiff, and I am strange, but yet I see
My strangenesse makes hir seem lesse strange to me.
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