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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
The Tears of Fancie
Sonnet LIX. Oft haue I raild against loue many waies
Thomas Watson (1555–1592)
OFT haue I raild against loue many waies,
But pardon loue I honour now thy power:
For were my Pallace Greece Pyramides,
Cupid should there erect a stately bower.
And in my Pallace sing his sugred songs,        5
And Venus Doues my selfe will finely feede:
And nurce her sparrowes and her milke white Swans.
Yea, in my restles bosome should they breede.
And thou deare Ladie sacred and diuine,
Shalt haue thy place within my hart assignd:        10
Thy picture yea thy fierie darting eien,
He carrie painted in my grieued mind.
The chiefest coullers shall be scarlet blood,
Which Cupid pricketh from my wofull hart:
And teares commixt shall further forth my good,        15
To paint thy glories cording their desart.
I now am changed from what I woont to be,
Cupid is God, And there is none but he.

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