[Begin Pg. 12, Continue Stanza # 20] Then should I without doubt amo- / lishe a Tigers courage. / And move to pittie (warrier) if / it were the univerce. / But since wordes, neither can prescribe / My amore, nor my paine: / Tyme shall it selfe, witnesse how much / Both are in me certaine: / And that of my passioned soule, / The Divine great loyalties: / Doo the sacrednesse of all o- / thers, I of the Gods passe: / And more then the sylver maje- / sties, of your Christall face, / Underneath, tother Phebes, doo / Excell all other Beutaes. // Sonnet.8. / 21.THough I wish to have your favour, which is such, / That it is but for Gods, thinke you my Audâce, / Like his that in your steede, dyd a clowde imbrace: / Or his that was a harte, by seeing so much. / Or would you else because of my hautaine though, / That I might augment the Sepulchres of Thraces / Or that I were as the giant Briarâs:/ Or paide lyke the wagoner so evelie taught. / No ? lybertie, Rome, thy wrath the seas (Dian) / Greese, Pirats ? thy merie Must save Ariôn./ Or if thou wylt none of these aforesayde thinges: / Because thou sayst that my mindes are set so high. / If thou thinkst I beginne lyke Icâr[us] to flie: / Since th' eyes are my sonne, let thy love by my winges. // Sonnets. 9. / 22.IT is after our deathes, a thing mani-fest,/ We bothe goe to hell, and suffer hellishe paines: / [End Pg. 12] ///
[Begin Pg. 13, Continue Stanza # 22] you, for your rigour, I, for my thoughts hauitainess, / That attempt to love a Goddesse so Celest./ But as for mee I shall be lyttle afflicted. / Tis you (my warrier) that must have the torment: / For I that but, in seeing you am content: / you, with mee, I'll blesse the place so much detested. / And my soule that is rav[ish]ed with your fayre eyes, / In the midst of hell, wyll establishe, a skeyes: / Making my bright day, in the eternall night. / And when all the damned else are in annoy: / I'll smyle in that glorie, seeing you my joy: / and being once there, goe not out of our sight. // Sonnet. 10. / 23.THe heavens willing shew favour among our paines. / And to make both runne, of my weeping the streame: / And also eternall, your rigor extreame: / turnd your heart, to rocke, and my eyes to fountaynes: / And Cupid dooth bathe him in my sylver ryvers: / And being come out, of the flodes, of my yll: / He flies to your rocke, where as upon a hyll, / The lyttle wanton, dooth prime, and rowse his feathers. / But when thy winter comes, and that thou art olde, / Felling thy rocke-h[e]art, under his tallons colde: / Hee'll byd thee adiew with an eternall farewell. / And then thou hast fayre to say Love is a rage: / Dide folke say so, cause Cupid dooth abhorre age: / But were they lov'de then, I doubt th[ey]'c[oul]d not be cruel!. / Elegia. 4. To the pri- / soners. / 24.CUpid hath swelde my stomack, with / On such a sacred poyson, / and I am in Queene Venus fet- /ters, so well entertained: / [No Printer's Mark] / [End Pg. 13] ///
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