Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet CVIII
When Sorrow (vsing mine owne fiers might) Melts downe his lead into my boyling brest Through that darke furnace to my hart opprest, There shines a ioy from thee my only light: But soone as thought of thee breeds my delight, And my yong soule flutters to thee his nest, Most rude Despaire, my daily vnbidden guest, Clips streight my wings, streight wraps me in his night, And makes me then bow downe my heade, and say, Ah, what doth Phoebus gold that wretch auaile Whom Iron doores doe keepe from vse of day? So strangely (alas) thy works on me preuaile, That in my woes for thee thou art my ioy, And in my ioyes for thee my onely annoy.
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