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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXXIV. Fie, Pleasure! fie! Thou cloy’st me with delight
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
FIE, Pleasure! fie! Thou cloy’st me with delight;
  Sweet thoughts, you kill me, if you lower stray!
O many be the joys of one short night!
  Tush, fancies never can Desire allay!
Happy, unhappy thoughts! I think, and have not.        5
  Pleasure, O pleasing plain! Shews nought avail me!
Mine own conceit doth glad me, more I crave not!
  Yet wanting substance, woe doth still assail me.
“Babies do children please! and shadows, fools!”
  “Shews have deceived the wisest, many a time!”        10
“Ever to want our wish, our courage cools!”
  “The ladder broken, ’tis in vain to climb.”
But I must wish, and crave, and seek, and climb;
It’s hard, if I obtain not grace in time!

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