 | Parthenophil and Parthenophe |  |
SONNET XII.
[Vext with th' assaultes of thy conceiued bewtie]
Vext with th' assaultes of thy conceiued bewtieI restlesse on thy fauors meditate:
And tho dispare full loue (sometime) my suite tye
Vnto these fagottes figures of my state,
Which bound with endlesse lyne by leasure wate
That happy moment of your hartes reply.
Yet by those lynes I hope to finde the gate,
Which through loues laberinth shall guide me right.
Whiles vnacquainted exercise I try
Sweete solitude I shunne my lifes cheef light
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And (working that) me thinke it's such a sinne
(As I take penne and paper for to write)
Thee to forget: that leauing I beginne.
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