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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XLVII. I see, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
I SEE, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue
  My fate, my fame, my pain, my loss, my fall;
Mishap, reproach, disdain, a crown, her hue;
  Cruel, still flying, false, fair, funeral
To cross, to shame, bewitch, deceive, and kill        5
  My first proceedings in their flowing bloom.
My worthless pen fast chainèd to my will,
  My erring life through an uncertain doom,
My thoughts that yet in lowliness do mount,
  My heart the subject of her tyranny:        10
What now remains, but her severe account
  Of murder’s crying guilt (foul butchery!)
She was unhappy in her cradle breath;
That given was, to be another’s death.

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