Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLVI
I curst thee oft, I pitie now thy case, Blind-hitting Boy, since she that thee and me Rules with a becke, so tyranniseth thee, That thou must want or food or dwelling-place, For she protests to banish thee her face. Her face! O Loue, a roge thou then shouldst be, If Loue learne not alone to loue and see, Without desire to feed of further grace. Alas, poor wag, that now a scholler art To such a schoolmistresse, whose lessons new Thou needs must misse, and so thou needs must smart. Yet, deare, let me his pardon get of you, So long, though he from book myche to desire, Till without fewell you can make hot fire.
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