SONNET. XLIIII.

HEN/those renoumed noble Peres of Greece, thrugh stubborn pride among thêfelues did iar, getfull of the famous golden fleece,

n Orpheus with his harp theyr ftrife did bar. his continuall cruell ciuill warre,

which my felfe against my selfe doe make: ileft my weak powres of paffions warreid arre, fkill can ftint nor reason can aslake.

when in hand my tunelesse harp I take,
en doe I more augment my foes despight:
d griefe renew, and passions doe awake,
battaile fresh against my felfe to fight.
gft whome the more I feeke to settle peace,
le more I fynd their malice to increace.

SONNET. XLV.

EAUE/lady in your glasse of christall clene, Your goodly felfe for euermore to vew: and in my felfe, my inward felfe, I meane, moft liuely lyke behold your semblant trew. thin my hart, though hardly it can shew, thing so diuine to vew of earthly eye: the fayre Idea of your celestial hew, and euery part remaines immortally: nd were it not that, through your cruelty, with forrow dimmed and deformd it were: the goodly ymage of your visnomy,

clearer than chriftall would therein appere.

ut if your selfe in me ye playne will see,

remoue the cause by which your fayre beames darkned be. /

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SONNET. XLVI.

HEN my abodes prefixed time is spent,

My cruell fayre ftreight bids me wend my way: but then frõ 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 beft what is the best for me: but as fhe will, whose will my life doth fway, my lower heauen, so it perforce must bee. But ye high heuens, that all this forowe fee, fith all your tempests cannot hold me backe: afwage your ftormes, or else both you, and fhe, will both together me too forely wrack. Enough it is for one man to sustaine,

the stormes, which she alone on me doth raine.

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SONNET. XLVII.

RUST / not the treason of those smyling lookes, vntill ye haue theyr guylefull traynes well tryde: for they are lyke but vnto golden hookes,

that from the foolish fish theyr bayts do hyde: So fhe with flattring fmyles weake harts doth guyde, vnto her loue, and tempte to theyr decay, whome being caught fhe kills with cruell pryde, and feeds at pleasure on the wretched pray: Yet euen whylft her bloody hands them flay, her eyes looke louely and vpon them smyle : that they take pleasure in their cruell play, and dying doe them felues of payne beguyle. O mighty charm which makes men loue theyr bane, and thinck they dy with pleasure, liue with payne.

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SONNET. XLVIII.

NNO/CENT paper whom too cruell hand, Did make the matter to auenge her yre: and ere she could thy cause wel vnderstand, did facrifize vnto the greedy fyre.

Well worthy thou to haue found better hyre, then fo bad end for hereticks ordayned: yet herefy nor treason didst conspire,

but plead thy maifters cause vniuftly payned. Whom she all carelesse of his griefe constrayned to vtter forth th' anguish of his hart:

and would not heare, when he to her complayned, the piteous passion of his dying smart.

Yet liue for euer, though against her will,

and speake her good, though she requite it ill.

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SONNET. XLIX.

'AYRE / cruell, why are ye fo fierce and cruell, Is it because your eyes haue powre to kill? then know, that mercy is the mighties iewell, and greater glory thinke to faue then spill. But if it be your pleasure and proud will, 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' vtmoft of your crueltyes, and kill, with looks as Cockatrices doo : but him that at your footstoole humbled lies, with mercifull regard, giue mercy too. Such mercy fhal you make admyred to be, so shall you liue by giuing life to me.

SONNET. LII.

: as homeward I from her depart,
→ lyke one that hauing lost the field:
her led away with heauy hart,

d of warlike armes and knowen shield.
now my selfe a prisoner yeeld,
ow and to folitary paine :

›resence of my dearest deare exylde,
hile alone in languor to remaine.
t no thought of ioy or pleasure vaine,
to approch, that may my folace breed :
idden dumps and drery fad difdayne,
worlds gladneffe more my torment feed.
er absens will my penaunce make,
of her presens I my meed may take.

SONNET. LIII.

HE/Panther knowing that his spotted hyde, Doth please all beasts but that his looks the fray:

thin a bush his dreadfull head doth hide,

let them gaze whylft he on them may pray. t fo my cruell fayre with me doth play, or, with the goodly femblant of her hew: e doth allure me to mine owne decay, nd then no mercy will vnto me shew. eat shame it is, thing so diuine in view, made for to be the worlds most ornament: to make the bayte her gazers to embrew, good shames to be to ill an inftrument. ut mercy doth with beautie best agree, as in theyr maker ye them best may fee.