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SONNET 27.

[O Loue leaue of with sorrow to torment mee]

O Loue leaue of with sorrow to torment mee,
Let my harts griefe and pining paine content thee.
The breach is made I giue thee leaue to enter,
Thee to resist great god I dare not venter.
Restlesse desire doth aggrauate mine anguish,
Carefull conceits do fill my soule with languish.
Be not too cruell in thy conquest gained,
Thy deadly shafts hath victory obtained.
Batter no more my forte with fierce affection,
But shield me captiue vnder thy protection.
I yeeld to thee O Loue thou art the stronger,
Raise then thy siege, and trouble me no longer.