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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet LIX. Do I, unto a cruel tiger play
Bartholomew Griffin (d. 1602)
DO I, unto a cruel tiger play;
  That preys on me, as wolf upon the lambs?
(Who fear the danger, both of night and day,
  And run for succour to their tender dams)
Yet will I pray (though She be ever cruel!)        5
  On bended knee, and with submissive heart!
She is the fire, and I must be the fuel.
  She must inflict, and I endure the smart.
She must, She shall be mistress of her will;
  And I, poor I, obedient to the same:        10
As fit to suffer death, as She to kill;
  As ready to be blamed, as She to blame.
And for I am the subject of her ire,
All men shall know thereby my love entire.

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