Diella Certaine Sonnets, adioyned to the amorous Poeme of Dom Diego and Gineura |
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Sonnet XI.
[What shee can be so cruell as my Loue]
What shee can be so cruell as my Loue,or beare a hart so pittilesse as shee?
VVhō loue, lookes, words, teares, prayers doe not moue,
nor sighes, nor vowes preuaile to pittie mee.
Shee calls my loue a Synon to her hart,
my lookes (shee saith) are like the Crocadyles,
My words the Syrens sing with guilefull arte,
teares, Cyrces flouds, sighes, vowes, deceitful guiles,
But my poore hart hath no interpreter,
but loue, lookes, words, teares, prayers, sighes or vowes,
Then must it die, sith shee my Comforter,
what ere I doe, nor liketh, nor allowes.
VVith Titius, thus the vultur Sorrow eats me,
With steele-twig'd rods thus tyrant Cupid beats me.
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