SONNETS.
¶Mo
st worthy comfort,
_now my greate
st griefe,
¶Thou be
st of deere
st,
_and mine onely care,
¶Art left the prey of euery vulgar theefe.
¶Thee haue I not lockt vp in any che
st,
715Saue where thou art not,
_though I feele thou art,
¶Within the gentle clo
sure of my bre
st,
¶From whence at plea
sure thou mai
st come and part,
¶_And euen thence thou wilt be
stolne I feare,
¶For truth prooues theeui
sh for a prize
so deare.
¶AGain
st that time ( if euer that time come
)
¶When I
shall
see thee frowne on my defects,
¶When as thy loue hath ca
st his vtmo
st
summe,
¶Cauld to that audite by adui
s'd re
spects,
725Again
st that time when thou
shalt
strangely pa
sse,
¶And
scarcely greete me with that
sunne thine eye,
¶When loue conuerted from the thing it was
¶Shall rea
sons finde of
setled grauitie.
¶Again
st that time do I in
sconce me here
730Within the knowledge of mine owne de
sart,
¶And this my hand,
_again
st my
selfe vpreare,
¶To guard the lawfull rea
sons on thy part,
¶_To leaue poore me,
_thou ha
st the
strength of lawes,
¶Since why to loue,
_I can alledge no cau
se.
¶HOw heauie doe I iourney on the way,
¶When what I
seeke (my wearie trauels end
)
¶Doth teach that ea
se and that repo
se to
say
¶Thus farre the miles are mea
surde from thy friend.
740The bea
st that beares me,
_tired with my woe,
¶Plods duly on,
_to beare that waight in me,
¶As if by
some in
stinct the wretch did know
¶His rider lou'd not
speed being made from thee:
¶The bloody
spurre cannot prouoke him on,
745That
some-times anger thru
sts into his hide,
¶Which heauily he an
swers with a grone,
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