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SONNET. XLIIII.

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

then Orpheus with his harp theyr ftrife did bar. But this continuall cruell ciuill warre,

the which my selfe against my felfe doe make: whileft my weak powres of paffions warreid arre, no skill can stint nor reason can aflake. But when in hand my tunelesse harp I take, then doe I more augment my foes despight: and griefe renew, and paffions doe awake, to battaile fresh against my selfe to fight. Mongst whome the more I feeke to settle peace, the more I fynd their malice to increace.

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SONNET. XLV.

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

But if your felfe in me ye playne will fee,

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

SONNET. XLVI.

THEN my abodes prefixed time is spent,

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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 best what is the best for me: but as the will, whofe will my life doth fway, my lower heauen, fo it perforce must bee. But ye high heuens, that all this forowe fee, fith all your tempefts cannot hold me backe: afwage your stormes, or else both you, and she, 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 treafon of thofe fmyling lookes,

vntill ye haue theyr guylefull traynes well tryde: for they are lyke but vnto golden hookes,

that from the foolish fifh theyr bayts do hyde: So the with flattring fmyles weake harts doth guyde, vnto her loue, and tempte to theyr decay, whome being caught she 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 fmyle : 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.

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 heresy nor treafon didst conspire,

but plead thy maifters caufe vniuftly payned. Whom she all careleffe of his griefe conftrayned to vtter forth th' anguish of his hart:

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

Yet liue for euer, though against her will,

and speake her good, though she requite it ill.

SONNET. XLIX.

AYRE / cruell, why are ye fo fierce and cruell,

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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 fhew 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' vtmost 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, fo fhall you liue by giuing life to me.

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SONNET. L.

ONG / languishing in double malady,

of my harts wound and of my bodies greife: there came to me a leach that would apply

fit medicines for my bodies best reliefe. Vayne man (quod I) that hast but little priefe: in deep discouery of the mynds disease,

is not the hart of all the body chiefe?

and rules the members as it felfe doth please. Then with some cordialls feeke first to appease, the inward languour of my wounded hart, and then my body shall haue shortly ease; but such sweet cordialls paffe Phyfitions art. Then my lyfes Leach doe you your fkill reueale, and with one falue both hart and body heale.

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SONNET. LI.

OE/I not fee that fayreft ymages

Of hardest Marble are of purpose made?

for that they fhould endure through many ages, ne let theyr famous moniments to fade.

Why then doe I, vntrainde in louers trade,

her hardnes blame which I fhould more cômend?

fith neuer ought was excellent assayde,

which was not hard t' atchiue and bring to end. Ne ought fo hard, but he that would attend, mote soften it and to his will allure:

so doe I hope her stubborne hart to bend, and that it then more ftedfaft will endure. Onely my paines wil be the more to get her,

but hauing her, my ioy will be the greater.

SONNET. LII.

O/oft as homeward I from her depart,

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I go lyke one that hauing loft the field: is prifoner led away with heauy hart,

defpoyld of warlike armes and knowen shield. So doe I now my felfe a prisoner yeeld,

to forrow and to folitary paine :

from presence of my dearest deare exyldc, longwhile alone in languor to remaine. There let no thought of ioy or pleasure vaine, dare to approch, that may my folace breed: but fudden dumps and drery fad difdayne, of all worlds gladnesse more my torment feed. So I her abfens will my penaunce make, that of her presens I my meed may take.

SONNET. LIII.

`HE / Panther knowing that his spotted hyde,

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Doth please all beafts but that his looks the fray: within a bufh his dreadfull head doth hide,

to let them gaze whylst he on them may pray. Right fo my cruell fayre with me doth play, for, with the goodly femblant of her hew : she doth allure me to mine owne decay, and then no mercy will vnto me shew. Great shame it is, thing fo 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 instrument. But mercy doth with beautie best agree,

as in theyr maker ye them best may see.