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SONNET. LVIII.
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Fidessa | ||
SONNET. LVIII.
[Oh beautie Syren, kept with Cyrces rod]
Oh beautie Syren, kept with Cyrces rod:The fairest good in seeme, but fowlest ill:
The sweetest plague ordain'd for man by God,
The pleasing subiect of presumptuous will:
Th'alluring obiect of vnstaied eyes,
Friended of all, but vnto all a foe:
The dearest thing that any creature buyes,
And vainest too: (it serues but for a shoe.)
In seeme a heauen, and yet from blisse exiling,
Paying for truest seruice, nought but paine:
Yong mens vndoing: yong and old beguiling,
Mans greatest losse, though thought his greatest gaine.
True, that all this with paine enough I proue:
And yet most true, I will Fidessa loue.
Fidessa | ||