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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet I. Sad, all alone, not long I musing sat
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
SAD, all alone, not long I musing sat
But that my thoughts compelled me to aspire.
A laurel garland in my hand I gat,
So the Muses I approached the nigher.
  My suit was this, A Poet to become;        5
To drink with them, and from the heavens be fed.
PHŒBUS denied; and sware, “There was no room
Such to be Poets as fond Fancy led.”
  With that I mourned, and sat me down to weep.
VENUS she smiled, and smiling to me said,        10
“Come drink with me, and sit thee still and sleep!”
This voice I heard, and VENUS I obeyed.
  That poison, Sweet, hath done me all this wrong;
  For now of Love must needs be all my Song.

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