Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||
SONNET XXI.
[Yea but vncertaine hopes, are anchors feeble]
Yea but vncertaine hopes, are anchors feebleWhen such faint-harted pilates guide my shippes,
Of all my fortunes ballist with hard peeble
Whose doubtfull viadge proues not worth two chippes
If when but one darke cloud shall dimme the skie
The cables of hopes happinesse be cut,
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Prest for the whirle poole of greeses endlesse glutte.
If well thou meane (Parthenophe) then rauishe
Mine hart with doubtlesse hope of mutuall loue,
If otherwise, then, let thy tong runne lauishe:
For this, or that, am I resoulu'd to proue,
And both, or either extasie, shall moue
Me rauish't, end with surfet of releefe:
Or sencelesse daunted dye, with soddeine greefe.
Parthenophil and Parthenophe | ||