 | Parthenophil and Parthenophe |  |
SONNET I.
[Mystrisse behold in this true-speaking Glasse.]
Mystrisse behold in this true-speaking Glasse.Thy beauties Graces of all women rarest,
Where thou maist finde how largely they surpasse
And staine in glorious louelynesse the fayrest.
But read (sweete Mistrisse) and behold it neerer
Pondring my sorrowes outrage with some pitty,
Then shalt thou finde no worldly creature deerer,
Then thou to me, thy selfe, in each Loue ditty.
But in this mirrhor equally compare,
Thy match-lesse beauty, with mine endlesse griefe:
There like thy selfe, none can be found so faire.
Of chiefest paines, there are my paines the chiefe,
Betwixt these both, this one doubt thou shalt finde,
Whether are here, extreamest in their kinde.
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