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Sonnet VII.

[If it be sin so dearely for to loue thee]

If it be sin so dearely for to loue thee,
Come bind my hands, I am thy prisoner,
Yet if a sparke of pittie may but moue thee,
First sit vpon the cause commissioner.
The same vvell heard may vvrest incontinent
Tvvo floods from foorth those rocks of adamant
Which streaming dovvne vvith force impatient,
May melt the brest of my fierce Rhadamant.
Dearest cruell the cause I see dislikes thee,
On vs thy brovves thou bends so direfully;
Enioine me pennaunce vvhatsoeuer likes thee,
What e're it be Ile take it thankefully.
Yet since for loue it is I am thy bondman,
Good Cœlia vse me like a Gentleman.