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19. A Proper Sonet,
intituled, ‘I smile to see how you devise.’
I smile to see how you devise
New masking nets my eies to bleare;
Your self you cannot so disguise,
But as you are, you must appeare.
New masking nets my eies to bleare;
Your self you cannot so disguise,
But as you are, you must appeare.
Your privie winkes at boord I see,
And how you set your raving mind:
Your self you cannot hide from me,
Although I wincke, I am not blind.
And how you set your raving mind:
Your self you cannot hide from me,
Although I wincke, I am not blind.
The secret sighs, and fained cheare,
That oft doth paine thy carefull brest,
To me right plainly doth appeare;
I see in whom thy hart doth rest.
That oft doth paine thy carefull brest,
To me right plainly doth appeare;
I see in whom thy hart doth rest.
And though [thou] makest a fained vow,
That love no more thy heart should nip;
Yet think I know, as well as thou,
The fickle helm doth guide the ship.
That love no more thy heart should nip;
Yet think I know, as well as thou,
The fickle helm doth guide the ship.
The salamander in the fire,
By course of kinde, doth bathe his limmes:
The floting fish taketh his desire
In running streames, whereas he swimmes.
By course of kinde, doth bathe his limmes:
The floting fish taketh his desire
In running streames, whereas he swimmes.
So thou in change doth take delight;
Ful wel I know thy slipperie kinde:
In vaine thou seemst to dim my sight,
Thy rowling eies bewraieth thy minde.
Ful wel I know thy slipperie kinde:
In vaine thou seemst to dim my sight,
Thy rowling eies bewraieth thy minde.
I see him smile, that doth possesse
Thy love, which once I honoured most:
If he be wise, he may well gesse,
Thy love, soon won, wil soon be lost.
Thy love, which once I honoured most:
If he be wise, he may well gesse,
Thy love, soon won, wil soon be lost.
And sith thou canst no man intice,
That he should stil love thee alone;
Thy beautie now hath lost her price,
I see thy savorie sent is gone.
That he should stil love thee alone;
Thy beautie now hath lost her price,
I see thy savorie sent is gone.
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Therefore, leave off thy wonted plaie;
But as thou art thou wilt appeare,
Unlesse thou canst devise a waie
To dark the sun, that shines so cleare.
But as thou art thou wilt appeare,
Unlesse thou canst devise a waie
To dark the sun, that shines so cleare.
And keep thy friend, that thou hast won;
In trueth to him thy love supplie;
Least he at length, as I have done,
Take off thy belles, and let thee flie.
In trueth to him thy love supplie;
Least he at length, as I have done,
Take off thy belles, and let thee flie.
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