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XI. “OF THE MIGHTIE POWER OF LOUE.”
My meanyng is to worke what wondes loue hath wrought,Wherewith I muse why mē of wit haue love so derely bought:
For loue is worse then hate and eke more harme hath doen,
Record I take of those that rede of Paris Priam's sonne.
It semed the God of slepe had mazed so muche his witts,
Whn he refusèd witt for loue, which cometh but by fitts:
But why accuse I hym whom yearth hath couered long?
There be of his posteritie aliue, I doe hym wrong.
Whom I might well condempne, to be a cruell iudge,
Unto myself, who hath the crime in others that I grudge.
Finis.
E. O.”
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