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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
The Sixth Decade
Sonnet IX. Love have I followed all too long, nought gaining
Henry Constable (1562–1613)
LOVE have I followed all too long, nought gaining;
  And sighed I have in vain to sweet what smarteth,
  But from his bow a fiery arrow parteth;
  Thinking that I should him resist, not plaining.
But cowardly my heart submiss remaining,        5
  Yields to receive what shaft thy fair eye darteth!
  Well do I see, thine eye my bale imparteth;
  And that save death, no hope I am detaining.
For what is he can alter fortune’s sliding?
  One in his bed consumes his life away,        10
  Other in wars, another in the sea:
  The like effects in me have their abiding;
For heavens avowed my fortune should be such,
That I should die by loving far too much.

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