Sonnets to the fairest Coelia [by William Percy] |
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Sonnet XVIII.
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Sonnet XVIII.
[I cannot conquer and be conquered]
I cannot conquer and be conquered:Then vvhole my selfe I yeeld vnto thy fauor,
Behold my thoughts flote in an ocean battered,
To be cast off, or vvafted to thine harbor:
If of the same thou vvilt then take acceptance,
Stretch out thy fairest hand as flag of peace,
If not, no longer keepe vs in attendance,
But all at once thy firie shafts release.
If thus I die, an honest cause of loue,
Will of my fates the rigor mittigate,
Those gratious eyne vvhich vvill a Tartare moue,
Will proue my case the lesse vnfortunate,
Altho my friends may rue my chaunce for ay,
It vvill be said, he dy'de for Cœlia.
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