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4. Sonet.
[Thy beauty Cælia so betrayd mine eyes]
Thy beauty Cælia so betrayd mine eyes,
That at the first they forc'd my heart to yeeld:
Thus ouercome into a bloudlesse field,
A yeelding slaue vnto thy mercy flees,
Where humble prostrate on affections knees,
Tyde with the chaines of strongest loue (alas)
I do intreat thy pitty to my case,
Pitty but which thy haplesse captiue dy's,
Then as thy beautie did but stroke or come,
So let thy mercy without rigour saue,
Remorse and pittie shall thee best become,
Remorse and pitty which not els I craue,
Thrise happy thraldome if thou pitty moue,
Vnhappy bondage if disdain'd my loue.
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