Parthenophil and Parthenophe Sonnettes, Madrigals, Elegies and Odes [by Barnabe Barnes] |
SONNET LXXIII.
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SONNET LXXIII.
[Why did rich nature graces graunt to thee]
Why did rich nature graces graunt to thee,Since thou art such a niggard of thy grace?
Or how can graces in thy body bee
Where neither they, nor pittie finde a place?
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Making thy face to tyrannise on men.
Condemn'd before thy bewtie by loues Iurie,
And by thy frownes adiudg'd to sorrowes den
Graunt me some grace, for thou with grace art wealthie
And kindely mayst afforde some gratious thing,
Mine hopes all as my minde weake and vnhealthie,
All her lookes gratious, yet no grace do bring
To me poore wretche, yet be the graces theare:
But I the furies in my brest doe beare.
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