Sonnets to the fairest Coelia [by William Percy] |
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Sonnet XVI.
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Sonnet XVI.
[What may be thought of thine vntovvardnesse]
What may be thought of thine vntovvardnesse,That moouest still at euerie motion?
What may be hop'd of so strange vncouthnesse,
That scornes all vovves, scornes all deuotion?
If I but sue, thou vvouldst releeue myne anguish,
Tvvo threatning arcks thou bendest rig'rously;
Then if I svveare thy loue doth make me languish,
Thou turn'st avvay, and smilest scornfully;
Then if I vvish thou vvould'st not tyrannise,
Of Tyrannie thou makest but a mock'ry,
And if I vveepe, my teares thou doost despise,
And if I stir, thou threatenst battery:
Froune on, smile on, mocke me, despise me, threat mee,
All shall not make me leaue for to intreat thee.
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