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AMORETTI 569
SONNET XXXIX
SONNET XLII
S T Weet smile, the daughter of the Queene of He loue which me so cruelly tormenteth,
loue,
So pleasing is in my extreamest pame
Expressing all thv mothers powrefull art that all the more my sorrow it augmenteth,
with which she wonts to temper angry loue, the more I loue and doe embrace my bane
when all the gods he threats with thundring Ne doe I wish (for wishing were but vaine)
dart
to be acquit fro my contmuall smart
Sweet is thy vertue as thy selfe sweet art, but loy her thrall for euer to remayne,
for when on me thoushinedst late m sadnesse, and yield for pledge my poore captyued hart,
a melting pleasance ran through euery part, The which that it from her may neuer start,
and me reuiued with hart robbing gladnesse let her, yf please her, bynd with adamant
Whylest rapt with loy resembling heauenly chayne
madnes,
and from all wandnng loues which mote
my soule was rauisht quite as in a traunce peruart,
and feeling thence no more her sorowes sad his safe assurance strongly it restrayne
nesse,
Onely let her abstame from cruelty,
fed on the fulnesse of that chearefull glaunce,
More sweet than Nectar or Ambrosiail meat,
and doe me not before my time to dy
seemd euery bit, which thenceforth I did eat
SONNET XLIII
SHall I then silent be or shall I speake ?
SONNET XL
And if I speake, her wrath renew I shall
M
and if I silent be, my hart will breake,
Ark when she smiles with amiable cheare,
or choked be with ouerflowing gall
And tell me whereto can ye lyken it
What tyranny is this both my hart to thrall,
when on each eyelid sweetly doe appeare
and eke my toungwith proud restraint to tre?
an hundred Graces as in shade to sit
that nether I may speake nor thinke at all,
Lykest it seemeth in my simple wit
but like a stupid stock m silence die
vnto the fayre sunshine in somers day
Yet I my hart with silence secretly
that when a dreadfull storme away is flit,
will teach to speak, and my iust cause to
thrugh the broad world doth spred his goodly
ray
plead
At sight whereof each bird that sits on spray,
and eke mine eies with meeke humility,
and euery beast that to his den was fled
loue learned letters to her eyes to read
comes forth afresh out of their late dismay,
Which her deep wit, that true harts thought
and to the light lift vp theyr drouping hed
can spel,
So my storme beaten hart likewise is cheared,
will scone conceiue, and learne to construe
with that sunshine when cloudy looks are
well
cleared
SONNET XL1III
WHen those renoumed noble Peres of
SONNET XLI
I
Greece,
S it her nature or is it her will,
thrugh stubborn pnde amongst themselues
to be so cruell to an humbled foe ?
did lar
if nature, then she may it mend with skill, forgetfull of the famous golden fleece,
if will, then she at will may will forgoe then Orpheus with his harp theyr strife did bar
But if her nature and her wil be so, But this contmuall cruell cruill warre,
that she will plague the man that loues her the which my selfe agamst my selfe doe make
most
whilest my weak powres of passions warreid
and take delight t'encrease a wretches woe,
then all her natures goodly guifts are lost
arre,
no skill can stmt nor reason can aslake
And that same glorious beauties ydle boast, But when in hand my tunelesse harp I take,
is but a bayt such wretches to beguile then doe I more augment my foes despight
as being long in her loues tempest tost, and griefe renew, and passions doe awake
she meanes at last tomake her piteous spoyle to battaile, fresh against my selfe to fight
0 fayrest fayre let neuer it be named, Mongst whome the more I seeke to settle peace,
that so fayre beauty was so fowly shamed the more I fynd their malice to mcreace