The Poems and Sonnets of Henry Constable | ||
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[A friend of mine, pittying my hopelesse love]
A friend of mine, pittying my hopelesse love,
Hoping (by killing hope) my love to slay,
Let not (quoth he) thy hope thy hart betray,
Impossible it is her hart to move.
Hoping (by killing hope) my love to slay,
Let not (quoth he) thy hope thy hart betray,
Impossible it is her hart to move.
But, sith resolved love cannot remove
As long as thy divine perfections stay,
Thy Godhead then he sought to take away.
Deere! seeke revenge, and him a lyar prove;
As long as thy divine perfections stay,
Thy Godhead then he sought to take away.
Deere! seeke revenge, and him a lyar prove;
Gods onely doe impossibilities.
Impossible (saith he) thy grace to gaine.
Show then the power of thy divinities
By graunting me thy favour to obtaine;
So shall thy foe give to himselfe the lie,
A Goddesse thou shalt prove, and happy I.
Impossible (saith he) thy grace to gaine.
Show then the power of thy divinities
By graunting me thy favour to obtaine;
So shall thy foe give to himselfe the lie,
A Goddesse thou shalt prove, and happy I.
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