Sonnets to the fairest Coelia [by William Percy] |
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Sonnet I.
[Ivdg'd by my goddesse doome to endlesse paine]
Ivdg'd by my goddesse doome to endlesse paine,Lo here I ope my sorrovves passion,
That eu'rie sillie eye may vievv most plaine,
A sentence giuen on no occasion.
If that by chaunce they fall most fortunate,
Within those cruell hands that did enact it,
Say but, alas he vvas too passionate,
My doome is past, nor can be novv vnactit.
So mayst thou see I vvas a spotlesse louer,
And grieue vvithall that ere thou dealt so sore.
Vnto remorse vvho goes about to moue her,
Pursues the vvinged vvinds, and tils the shore.
Louelie is her semblance, hard is her hart,
Wauering is her mind, sure is her dart.
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