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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet X. O then love I, and draw this weary breath
Samuel Daniel (1562–1619)
O THEN love I, and draw this weary breath
    For her, the cruel Fair; within whose brow,
    I, written find, the sentence of my death,
    In unkind letters, wrought, she cares not how!
O thou that rul’st the confines of the night!        5
    Laughter-loving Goddess! Worldly pleasures’ Queen!
    Intenerate that heart! that sets so light
    The truest love that ever yet was seen:
And cause her leave to triumph, in this wise,
    Upon the prostrate spoil of that poor heart!        10
    That serves a Trophy to her conquering eyes,
    And must their glory to the world impart.
Once, let her know! sh’ hath done enough to prove me;
And let her pity, if she cannot love me!

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