Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XCII
Be your words made, good Sir, of Indian ware, That you allow me them by so small rate? Or do you curtted Spartanes imitate? Or do you meane my tender eares to spare, That to my questions you so totall are? When I demaund of Phoenix-Stellas state, You say, forsooth, you left her well of late: O God, thinke you that satisfies my care? I would know whether she did sit or walke; How cloth'd; how waited on; sigh'd she, or smilde Whereof, with whom, how often did she talke; With what pastimes Times iourney she beguilde; If her lips daignd to sweeten my poore name. Saie all; and all well sayd, still say the same.
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"Be your words made, good Sir, of Indian ware,..."
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