Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet LXII
Late tyr'd with wo, euen ready for to pine With rage of loue, I cald my Loue vnkind; She in whose eyes loue, though vnfelt, doth shine, Sweet said, that I true loue in her should find. I ioyed; but straight thus watred was my wine; That loue she did, but lou'd a loue not blind; Which would not let me, whom shee lou'd, decline From nobler course, fit for my birth and mind: And therefore, by her loues Authority, Wild me these tempests of vaine loue to flie, And anchor fast my selfe on Vertues shore. Alas, if this the only mettall be Of loue new-coin'd to help my beggary, Deere, loue me not, that you may loue me more.
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