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Sonnet. V.

[Hopeles and helpeles too, poore loue amated]

Hopeles and helpeles too, poore loue amated,
To see himselfe affronted with disdaine:
And all his skill and power spent in vaine,
At me the onely obiect that he hated.
Now Cytherea from Olimpus mount,
Descending from the sphere with her deere sonne:
VVith Douelike wings to Alcidalyon,
Loue on her knee, shee by the Christall fount;
Aduisde the boy what scandall it would bee,
If Fame should to the open world discouer
How I suruiu'd and scornd Loues sacred power.
Then Cupid lightly leaping from her knee,
Vnto his mother vowd my discontenting:
Vnhappie vowe the ground of my lamenting.