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Sonnet X. A MYSTERIE.

To vvinne the Fort hovv oft haue I assayd,
Wherein the heart of my faire mistresse lies?
What Rammes, vvhat mines, vvhat plots haue I not layd?
Yet still am frighted from mine enterprise.
First from the leads of that proud citadell,
Do foulder forth tvvo fierie culuerines,
Vnder tvvo red coates keepe the Larumbell,
For feare of close or open venturings.
Before the gates Scorne, Feare, and Modestie,
Do tosse amaine their pikes, but boue them all
Pudic'itie vveilds her staffe most manfullie,
Garded vvith blocks that keepe me from the vvall,
Yet if this staffe vvill ford me cleare the vvay,
In spite of all I'le beare my Dame avvay.