 | The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba
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14. Sonet.
[Forsaken whether shall I goe (alasse)]
Forsaken whether shall I goe (alasse)
What place to me can any comfort grant,
Sith I must leaue th' onely happy place,
That doth retaine the worlds admired Saint?
Oh neuer let the rising Sun auant,
I saw his brightnesse! not her brighter face;
Nor let the night in sable shadowes hant,
If that I dreame not of my deare some space.
No longer wish I to enioy this ayre,
No longer craue I breath, no more to liue,
Then that I may still gaze vpon my faire,
Whose sweetest smiles all kind of comfort giue.
Daies, houres and nights, and places where I goe,
Til I her see shall but procure my woe.
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