Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LIX
Deere, why make you more of a dog then me? If he doe loue, I burne, I burne in loue; If he waite well, I neuer thence would moue; If he be faire, yet but a dog can be; Little he is, so little worth is he; He barks, my songs thine owne voyce oft doth proue; Bidden, perhaps he fetched thee a gloue, But I, vnbid, fetch euen my soule to thee. Yet, while I languish, him that bosome clips, That lap doth lap, nay lets, in spite of spite, This sowre-breath'd mate taste of those sugred lips. Alas, if you graunt onely such delight To witlesse things, then Loue, I hope (since wit Becomes a clog) will soone ease me of it.
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