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  • Title: The Passionate Pilgrim (Octavo, 1599)
  • Editor: Hardy M. Cook
  • ISBN: 978-1-55058-411-0

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    Author: William Shakespeare
    Editor: Hardy M. Cook
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    The Passionate Pilgrim (Octavo, 1599)

    85FAire is my loue, but not so faire as fickle.
    Milde as a Doue, but neither true nor trustie,
    Brighter then glasse, and yet as glasse is brittle,
    Softer then waxe, and yet as Iron rusty:
    A lilly pale, with damaske die to grace her,
    90 None fairer, nor none falser to deface her.

    Her lips to mine how often hath she ioyned,
    Betweene each kisse her othes of true loue swearing:
    How many tales to please me hath she coyned,
    Dreading my loue, the losse whereof still fearing.
    95 Yet in the mids of all her pure protestings,
    Her faith, her othes, her teares, and all were ieastings.

    She burnt with loue, as straw with fire flameth,
    She burnt out loue, as soone as straw out burneth:
    She fram d the loue, and yet she foyld the framing,
    100She bad loue last, and yet she fell a turning.
    Was this a louer, or a Letcher whether?
    Bad in the best, though excellent in neither.