Sonnets to the fairest Coelia [by William Percy] |
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Sonnet VIII.
[Strike vp, my Lute, and ease my heauie cares]
Strike vp, my Lute, and ease my heauie cares,The onely solace to my passions,
Impart vnto the aires thy pleasing aires,
More svveet than heauenly consolations.
Rehearse the songs of forlorne amor'us
Driv'ne to despaire by dames tyrannicall,
Of Alpheus losse, of vvoes of Troilus,
Of Rowlands rage, of Jphis funerall.
Ay me, vvhat vvarbles yeelds mine instrument?
The bases skrieke, as though they vvere amis,
The Meanes, no meanes, too sad the meriment,
No, no, the musicke good, but thus it is,
I loath both Meanes, meriment, Diapasons,
So she and I may be but Vnisons.
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