Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904. | | Fidessa | Sonnet XXII. It was of love, ungentle gentle boy! | Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602) |
| IT was of love, ungentle gentle boy! | |
That thou didst come and harbour in my breast; | |
Not of intent my body to destroy, | |
And have my soul, with restless cares opprest. | |
But sith thy love doth turn unto my pain, | 5 |
Return to Greece, sweet lad! where thou wast born. | |
Leave me alone my griefs to entertain! | |
If thou forsake me, I am less forlorn; | |
Although alone, yet shall I find more ease. | |
Then see thou hie thee hence, or I will chase thee! | 10 |
Men highly wrongèd, care not to displease! | |
My fortune hangs on thee! Thou dost disgrace me! | |
Yet, at thy farewell, play a friendly part; | |
To make amends, fly to FIDESSAs heart! | | | |
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