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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. I. Early Poetry: Chaucer to Donne
Songs from Plays: Sappho’s Song (from Sappho and Phao)
By John Lyly (1555?–1606)
O CRUEL Love! on thee I lay
My curse, which shall strike blind the day;
Never may sleep with velvet hand
Charm thine eyes with sacred wand;
Thy jailors still be hopes and fears;        5
Thy prison-mates groans, sighs, and tears;
Thy play to wear out weary times,
Fantastic passions, vows, and rhymes;
Thy bread be frowns; thy drink be gall;
Such as when you Phao call        10
The bed thou liest on be despair;
Thy sleep, fond dreams; thy dreams, long care;
Hope (like thy fool) at thy bed’s head,
Mock thee, till madness strikes thee dead,
As Phao, thou dost me, with thy proud eyes.        15
In thee poor Sappho lives, in thee she dies.

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