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Then crewell Dame since unto 1 suche a cast Your onelie beautie thus compelleth me
Send als 2 my earth, with earth for to remaine
Or els restore me to my selfe againe.
[IX]
If he that lackes the light may justlie mone And eke lament his miserable cace As he to whome all worldlie joye is gone When drearie darknes cumes in Phoebus place How muche the more may I lament allace
The absence of my onelie lampe of light Since Lezardlike I feede upon her face And suckes my satisfaction from her sight No more may I, then marigolde by night Beare blossomes when no sighte 3 of sunne I have ]
For you Madame have by your beauties might Bereft, and brookes my hart your humble slave i How may a man, a floure, a corps in smart
See, blossom, breathe ; but eyes, but sunne, but hart.
[X]
- Come[1] fruictfull thoughts that fertill ever flowes
And showes what sicknes smites my heavie hart The more I muse my greefe the greater growes And painefull pangues of passions playe there parte My evill it is incurable by art 5
And keepis a contrare course to nature cleene My minde delights to panse[2] upon his smart And feede on flames though secrete and unseene Bot as my brest a butt full long hath bene To[3] sightles shotts, so on the other side O ye my harts allurer by my eyen Respect with ruthe the bale I daylie bide
Orig., into. Orig., light. Orig., this.
