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564 AMORETTI
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SONNET IX
SONNET Xll
Ong while I sought to what I might com Ne day Isought with her hart thnlimgeies
pare
to make a truce,and termes toentertaine.
those powrefull eies, which lighten my dark all fearelesse then of so false enimies,
spright,
which sought me to entrap in treasons trame
yet find I nought on earth to which I dare So as I then disarmed did remame,
resemble th'ymage of their goodly light a wicked ambush which lay hidden long
Not to the Sun for they doo shine by night, in the close couert of her guilefull eyen,
nor to the Moone. for they are changed thence breaking forth did thick about me
neuer,
throng
nor to the Starres for they haue purer sight, Too feeble I t'abide the brunt so strong,
nor to the fire for they consume not euer, was forst to yeeld my seife mto their hands
Nor to the lightning for they still perseuer, who me captiuing streight with rigorous
nor to the Diamond for they are more wrong,
tender,
haue euer since me kept in cruell bands
nor vnto Christall for nought may them So Ladie, now to you I doo complame,
seuer,
against your eies that mstice I may game
nor vnto glasse such basenesse raought
offend her,
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SONNET XIII
Then to the Maker selfe they likest be,
N that proud port, which her so goodly
whose light doth lighten all that here we see graceth,
whiles her faire face she reares vp to the skie
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SONNET X
and to the ground her eie lids low embaseth,
Nnghteous Lord of loue, what law is this, most goodly temperature ye may descry,
That me thou makest thus tormented be Myld humblesse mixt with awfull maiesty
the whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse Forlookmgon theearth whence she wasborne,
of her freewill, scorning both thee and me her mmde remembreth her mortahtie,
See how the Tyrannesse doth loy to see
what so is fayrest shall to earth returne
the huge massacres which her eyes do make But that same lofty countenance seemes to
and humbled harts brings captiues vnto thee, scome
that thou of them mayst mightie vengeance base thing, and thmke how she to heauen
take
may clime
But her proud hart doe thou a little shake treadingdowneearthaslodisomeandforlorne,
and that high look, with which she doth that hinders heauenly thoughts with drossy
comptroll
slime
all this worlds pride, bow to a baser make, Yet lowly still vouchsafe to looke on me,
and al her faults in thy black booke enroll such lowiinesse shall make you lofty be
That I may laugh at her in equall sort,
as she doth laugh at me and makes my pain
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SONNET XIIII
her sport
Etourne agayne my forces late dismayd,
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SONNET XI
Vnto the siege by you abandon'd quite,
Ayly when I do seeke and sew for peace, great shame it is to leaue like one afrayd,
And hostages doe offer for my truth so fayre a peece for one repulse so light
she cruell warnour doth her selfe addresse Gaynst such strong castles needeth greater
to battell, and the weary war renew'th
might,
Ne wilbe moou'd with reason or with rewth, then those small forts which ye were wont
to graunt small respit to my restlesse toile belay
but greedily her fell intent poursewth, such haughty mynds enur'd to hardy fight,
Of my poore life to make vnpittied spoile disdayne to yield vnto the first assay
Yet my poore life, all sorrowes to assoyle, Bring therefore all the forces that ye may,
I would her yield, her wrath to pacify and lay incessant battery to her heart,
but then she seekes with torment and tur playnts, prayers, vowes, ruth, sorrow, and
moyle,
dismay,
to force me hue, and will not let me dy those engins can the proudest loue conuert
All paine hath end and euery war hath peace, And if those fayle, fall downe and dy before her,
bat mine no price nor prayer may surcease so dying hue, and huing do adore her