LXIIII.
[My humble sute hath set my minde on pride]
This Passion is of like frame and fashion with that, which was
before vnder the number of XLI. whetherto I referre the
Reader. But touching the sense or substance of this Passion,
it is euident, that herein the Authour, by layinge open the
long continued grieuesomnes of his misery in Loue, seeketh
to moue his Mistres to some compassion.
My
humble sute hath set my minde on pride,
Which pride is cause thou hast me in disdaine,
By which disdaine my woundes are made so wide,
That widenesse of my woundes augmentes my paine,
Which Paine is cause, by force of secreate iarres,
That I sustaine a brunt of priuate Warres.
But cease deere Dame to kindle further strife,
Let Strifes haue ende, and Peace enioy their place;
If Peace take place, Pitie may saue my life,
For Pitie should be show'ne to such as trace
Most daung'rous wayes, and tread their stepp's awry,
Or liue in woes: and such a one am I.
Therefore My Deere Delight regard my Loue,
Whome Loue doth force to follow Fond Desire,
Which Fond Desire no counsell can remoue;
For what can counsell doe, to quench the fire
That fires my hart through fancies wanton will?
Fancie by kind with Reason striueth still.
