Sonnets to the fairest Coelia [by William Percy] |
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Sonnet III.
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Sonnet III.
[Proue her? Ah no, I did it but to loue her]
Proue her? Ah no, I did it but to loue her:Then shoote amaine, drad liege, I stand vnarmed,
Altho no hope that any thing may moue her,
Some ease it is to be by beautie charmed.
Then quicke, my liege, thē quicke, & end thy game,
That all the vvorld may see hovv thou hast plagu'd vs,
Then cruell she shall vievv vnto her blame,
That all men be not fickle as they'ue term'd vs:
May be, my vvords may vvinne contrition;
If not my vvords, my sobs; if not my sobs,
My teares may moue her to compassion;
If teares do faile, my tears, my vvords, my throbs,
Ay me, Ah no, teares, vvords, throbs all in vaine,
She scornes my dole, and smileth at my paine.
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