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II. SONETT.

My witts and thoughts togeather ar att stryfe,
and with myself this questioun I debaitt:
sen love and death hes vext my weryed lyfe,
quha off thir two more troubled hes my state?
for love by cairs my youtheid hes defaitt,
and maed me oft for death to call and crye,
preserving it before that rage and hate
by which my hairt in burning fyre did frye.
bot to my self agane I do replye,
that loue hes lost the starne off his Impyre,
this lothsome earth hir grace & glore heirbye,
and I my hope with my deserved hyre.
must I then Iudge? o strainge vnhappie cace!
yit more than love death hes me wrought disgrace.