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SONNET XLV
SONNET XLVIII
Eaue lady in your glasse of chnstall clene,
I Your goodly selfe for euermore to vew • Nnocent paper, whom too cruell hand
and in my selfe, my inward selfe I meane, Did make the matter to auenge her yre
most liuely lyke behold your semblant trew and ere she could thy cause wel vnderstand.
Withm my hart, though hardly it can shew did sacrifize vnto the greedy fyre
thing so diuine to vew of earthly eye, Well worthy thou to haue found better hyre,
the fayre Idea of your celestiall hew, then so bad end for hereticks ordayned
and euery part remames immortally yet heresy nor treason didst conspire,
And were it not that through your cruelty, but plead thy maisters cause vniustly payned
with sorrow dimmed and deformd it were Whom she all carelesse of his grief e constrayned
the goodly ymage of your visnomy,
to vtter forth the anguish of his hart
clearer then chnstall would therein appere and would not heare, when he to her com-
But if your selfe m me ye playne will see, playned,
remoue the cause by which your fayre the piteous passion of his dying smart
beames darkned be
Yet hue for ever, though against her will,
and speake her good, though she requite
it ill
w
SONNET XLVI
Hen my abodes prefixed time is spent,
My cruell fayre streight bids me wend
my way
but then from heauen most hideous stormes
are sent
as willing me against her will to stay
Whom then shall I or heauen or her obay ?
the heauens know best what is the best forme
but as she will, whose will my life doth sway,
my lower heauen, so it perforce must bee
But ye high heuens, that all this sorowe see,
sith all your tempests cannot hold me backe
SONNET XLIX
FAyre cruell, why are ye so fierce and cruell ?
Is it because your eyes haue powre to kill ?
then know, that mercy is the mighties lewell,
and greater glory thinke to saut, then spill
But if it be your pleasure and proud wdl,
to shew the powre of your imperious eyes
then not on him that neuer thought you ill,
but bend your force against your enemyes
Let them feele th'utmost of your crueltycs,
aswage your stormes, or else both you ana she,
and kill with looks, as Cockatrices doo
will both together me too sorely wrack.
but him that at your footstoole humbled
Enough it is for one man to sustaine
lies,
the stormes, which she alone on me doth
with mercifull regard, giue mercy too
raine
Such mercy shil you make admyred to be,
T
SONNET XLV1I
so shall you hue by giumg life to me
Rust not the treason of those smyhng
lookes,
vntill ye haue theyr guylefull traynes well
SONNET L
tryde
L for they are lyke but vnto golden hookes, Ong languishing in double malady,
that from the foolish hsh theyr bayts doe hyde of my harts wound and of my bodies gnefe,
So she with flattnng smyles weake harts doth there came to me a leach that would apply
guyde
fit medicines for my bodies best rehefe
vnto her loue, and tempte to theyr decay, Vayne man (quod I) that hast but little pnefe
whome being caught she kills with cruell pryde, in deep discouery of the mynds disease,
and feeds at pleasure on the wretched pray is not the hart of all the body chiefe ?
Yet euen whylst her bloody hands them slay, and rules the members as it selfe doth please
her eyes looke louely and vpon them smyle Then with some cordialls seeke first to appease
that they take pleasure in her cruell play, the inward languour of my wounded hart,
and dying doe them selues of payne beguyle and then my body shall haue shortly ease
0 mighty charm which makes men loue theyr but such sweet cordialls passe Physitions
bane,
art,
and thinck they dy with pleasure, hue with Then my lyfes Leach doe you your skill reueale,
payne
and with one salue both hart and body heale