Poems and Dramas of Fulke Greville First Lord Brooke: Edited with introductions and notes by Geoffrey Bullough |
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Sonnet LXV
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Sonnet LXV
[Cælica, when I was from your presence bound]
Cælica, when I was from your presence bound,
At first good-will both sorrow'd and repined,
Loue, Faith, and Nature felt restraint a wound,
Honour it selfe, to Kindnesse yet inclined;
At first good-will both sorrow'd and repined,
Loue, Faith, and Nature felt restraint a wound,
Honour it selfe, to Kindnesse yet inclined;
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Your vowes one way, with your desires did goe,
Selfe-pittie then in your did pittie me,
Yea sex did scorne to be imprisoned so,
But fire goes out for lacke of vent, we see.
Selfe-pittie then in your did pittie me,
Yea sex did scorne to be imprisoned so,
But fire goes out for lacke of vent, we see.
For when with time, Desire had made a truce,
I onely was exempt, the world left free,
Yet what winne you by bringing change in vse,
But to make currant Infidelity?
Cælica, you say, you loue me, but you feare,
Then hide me in your heart, and keep me there.
I onely was exempt, the world left free,
Yet what winne you by bringing change in vse,
But to make currant Infidelity?
Cælica, you say, you loue me, but you feare,
Then hide me in your heart, and keep me there.
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