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AMORETTI 563
SONNET III
T B
SONNET VI
He souerayne beauty which I doo admyre, E nought dismayd that her vnmoued mind
witnesse the world how worthy to be doth still persist m her rebellious pride
prayzed
such loue not lyke to lusts of baser kynd,
the light wherof hath kindled heauenly fyre, the harder wonne, the firmer will abide
in my fraile spirit by her from basenesse The durefull Oake, whose sap is not yet dride,
raysed
is long ere it conceiue the kindling fyre
That being now withher huge bnghtnesse dazed, but when it once doth burne, it doth dimde,
base thing I can no more endure to view great heat, and makes his flames to heauen
but looking still on her I stand amazed, aspire
at wondrous sight of so celestiall hew So hard it is to kindle new desire,
So when my toung would speak her praises dew, in gentle brest that shall endure for euer
it stopped is with thoughts astonishment deepe is the wound, that dints the parts entire
and whtn my pen would write her titles true, with chast affects, that naught but death
it rauisht is with fancies wonderment» can seuer
Yet in my hart I then both speake and write Then thmke not long m taking litle paine,
the wonder that my wit cannot endite to knit the knot, that euer shall remaine
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SONNET IIII
F
SONNET VII
Ew yeare forth looking out of Ianus gate, Ayre eyes, the myrrour of my mazed hart,
Doth seeme to promise hope of new delight what wondrous vertue is contaynd m you,
and bidding th'old Adieu, his passed date the which both lyfe and death forth from you
bidsalloldthoughtstodiem dumpish spright dart
And calling forth out of sad Wmters night, into the obiect of your mighty view ?
fresh loue, that long hath slept in cheerlesse for when ye mildly looke with louely hew,
bower
then is my soule with life and loue inspired
wils him awake, and soone about him dight but when ye lowre, or looke on me askew,
his wanton wings and darts of deadly power then doe I die, as one with lightning fyred
For lusty spring now in his tunely howre, But since that lyfe is more then death desyred,
is ready to come forth him to receiue looke euer louely, as becomes you best,
and warnes the Earth with diuers colord that your bright beams of my weak eies
flowre,
admyred,
to decke hir selfe, and her faire mantle weaue may kindle liuing fire within my brest
Then you faire flowre, in whom fresh youth Such life should be the honor of your light,
doth raine,
such death the sad ensample of your might
prepare your selfe new loue to entertaine
R M
SONNET VIII
SONNET V
Ore then most faire, full of the liuingfire,
Vdely thou wrongest mydeare harts desire, Kindled aboue vnto the maker neere
In finding fault with her too portly pride no eies but wyes, in which al powers conspire,
the thing which I doo most in her admire, that to the world naught else be counted deare
is of the world vnworthy most enuide Thrugh your bright beames doth not the
or in those lofty lookcs is close implide, blinded guest,
scorn of base things, and sdeigne of foule dis shoot out his darts to base affections wound
honor
but Angels come to lead fr ule mindes to rest
thretning rash eies which gaze on her so wide, in chast desires on heauenly beauty bound
that loosely they ne dare to looke vpon her You frame my thoughts and fashion me within,
Such pride is praise, such porthnesse is honor, you stop my toung, and teach my hart to
that boldncd innocence beares in hir eies speake,
and her faire countenance like a goodly you calme the storme that passion did begin,
banner,
strong thrugh your cause, but by your vertue
spreds in defiaunce of all enemies
weak
Was neuer in this world ought worthy tnde, Dark is the world, where your light shined
without some spark of such self pleasing neuer,
pride.
well is he borne, that may behold you euer