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[The Ocean seas for euery calme present]

The Ocean seas for euery calme present
A thousand stormes: so howerly doeth my minde,
While that I doe excogitate the euent
Of things, wherein great mysterie I finde.
With paine I prooue a treble dammage losse,
Sith Fate my heart in waues of griefe doeth tosse.
The wonder late I sawe, wherein I thought
A strange and rare effect for to containe,
Was, when I view'd your face, which in me wrought
Such deepe desire euer yours for to remaine.
That when I finde that hope forbids to prooue,
To seeke redresse, I languish for your loue.
But froward Fate too cruell dealt with me,
To ruminate vnto mine eares your fame:
Yet glad thereby that you redeemed be,
Though I do pine when thoughtes present your name.
In that I can not still possesse the sight
Of your sweete selfe, that sole may me delight.