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Sonnet IIII.

[Oh heauenly Cœlia, as faire as vertuous]

Oh heauenly Cœlia, as faire as vertuous,
The only mirrour of true chastitie,
Haue I beene gainst thy godhead impious,
That thus am guerdond for my fealtie?
Haue I not shed vpon thine yu'rie shrine,
Huge drops of teares vvith large eruptions?
Haue I not offred eu'ning and at prime
My sighs, my Psalms of inuocations?
VVhat be mens sighs, but cals of guilefulnesse?
They shevv, deare loue, true proofs of fermitie
What be your teares, but meere vngratiousnesse?
Teares only plead for our simplicitie:
VVhen all strike mute, she saies it is my dutie,
And claimes as much as to her deitie.