Astrophel and Stella - Sonnet XLVIII
Soules ioy, bend not those morning starres from me Where Vertue is made strong by Beauties might; Where Loue is chasteness, Paine doth learn delight, And Humbleness growes one with Maiesty. Whateuer may ensue, O let me be Copartner of the riches of that sight. Let not mine eyes be hel-driu'n from that light; O look, O shine, O let me die, and see. For though I oft myself of them bemone That through my heart their beamie darts be gone, Whose cureless wounds euen now most freshly bleed, Yet since my death-wound is already got, Deere killer, spare not thy sweete-cruell shot: A kinde of grace it is to slaye with speed.
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"Soules ioy, bend not those morning starres from me..."
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