Phillis Honoured with Pastorall Sonnets, Elegies, and amorous delights. VVhere-vnto is annexed, the tragicall complaynt of Elstred [by Thomas Lodge] |
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Sonnet V.
Ah pale and dying infant of the springe,How rightly now do I resemble thee:
That selfesame hand that thee from stalke did wringe,
Hath rent my breast and robd my heart from mee.
Yet shalt thou liue, for why thy natiue vigor,
Shall thriue by wofull dew-droppes of my dollour:
And from the woundes I beare through fancies rigor,
My streaming blood shall yeeld thee crimson colour.
The rauisht sighes (that ceaslesse take their issue,
From out the furnesse of my heart inflamed:)
To yeeld you lasting springs shall neuer misse you,
So by my plaints, and paines, you shall be famed
Let my hearts heat, and colde, thy crimson norish,
And by my sorrowes let thy beautie florish.
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