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SONNET 17.

[The perils which Leander tooke in hand]

The perils which Leander tooke in hand,
Faire Heros loue and fauor to obtaine:
When void of feare securely leauing land,
Through Hellespont he swam to Cestos maine,
His dangers should not counterpoise my toile.
If my deere loue would once but pittie showe,
To quench these flames which in my breast do broile,
Or dry these springs which from mine eies do flowe:
Not onely Hellespont but Ocean seas,
For hir sweete sake to forde I would attempt.
So that my trauels would hir ire appeas,
My soule from thrall and languish to exempt,
O what ist not poore I would vndertake,
If labor could my peace with Chloris make.