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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XLI. The prison I am in is thy fair face!
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
THE PRISON I am in is thy fair face!
  Wherein my liberty enchainèd lies;
My thoughts, the bolts that hold me in the place;
  My food, the pleasing looks of thy fair eyes!
Deep is the prison where I lie enclosed,        5
  Strong are the bolts that in this cell contain me.
Sharp is the food necessity imposed,
  When hunger makes me feed on that which pains me.
Yet do I love, embrace, and follow fast,
  That holds, that keeps, that discontents me most:        10
And list not break, unlock, or seek to waste
  The place, the bolts, the food (though I be lost!),
Better in prison ever to remain;
Than, being out, to suffer greater pain.

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