The tears of Fancie or, Loue Disdained |
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Sonnet. XXXI.
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 | The tears of Fancie |  |
Sonnet. XXXI.
[I vvrote vppon there sides to eke their plaining]
I vvrote vppon there sides to eke their plaining,If sad laments might multiply their sorrowe:
My loues faire lookes and eke my loues disdaining,
My loues coy lookes constraines me pine for woe.
My loues disdaine which was her louers dolour:
My loues proud hart which my harts blisse did banish:
My loues transparent beames aud rosy colour,
The pride of which did cause my ioyes to vanish.
My loues bright shining beeautie like the starre,
That early riseth sore for the sunnes appearance:
A guide vnto my thoughts that wandring arre,
Doth force me breath abroad my woes indurance.
O life forlorne, O loue vnkindly frowning,
Thy eies my hart dispaire my fad hope drowning.
| The tears of Fancie | |