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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet II. Weary was Love, and sought to take his rest
Giles Fletcher (1586?–1623)
WEARY was LOVE, and sought to take his rest.
He made his choice upon a Virgin’s lap;
And slyly crept from thence into her breast,
Where still he meant to sport him in his hap.
  The Virgin frowned, like PHŒBUS in a cloud,        5
“Go pack, sir boy, here is no room for such!
My breast, no wanton foolish boys must shroud!”
This said, my Love did give the Wag a touch.
  Then as the foot, that treads the stinging snake,
Hastes to be gone, for fear what may ensue:        10
So LOVE, my Love was forced for to forsake;
And, for more speed, without his arrows flew.
  “Pardon!” he said, “for why you seemed to me,
  My mother VENUS in her pride to be.”

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