The tears of Fancie or, Loue Disdained |
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Sonnet. 38.
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 | The tears of Fancie |  |
Sonnet. 38.
[O vvould my loue although too late lament mee]
O vvould my loue although too late lament mee,And pitty take of teares from eies distilling:
To beare these sorrowes well I could content me,
And ten times more to suffer would be willing.
If she would daine to grace me with her fauour,
The thought thereof sustained greife should banish:
And in beholding of her rare behauiour,
A smiyle of her should force dispaire to vanishe:
But she is bent to tiranze vpon me,
Dispaire perswades there is no hope to haue her:
My hart doth whisper I am woe begone me,
Then cease thy vaine plaints and desist to craue her.
Here end my sorrowes here my salt teares stint I,
For shes obdurate, sterne, remorseles flintie.
| The tears of Fancie | |