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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXI. As winter’s rage, young plants unkindly spilleth
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
AS winter’s rage, young plants unkindly spilleth;
  as hail, green corn; and lightnings, flowers perish;
So man’s decay is Love! whose heart it killeth,
  if in his soul, he carefully it cherish.
O how alluringly he offers grace;        5
  and breathes new hope of life into our thought.
With cheerful, pleasant (yet deceitful) face
  he creeps and fawns, till, in his net w’ are caught;
Then, when he sees us captives by him led,
  and sees us prostrate, humbly craving help,        10
So fierce a lion, Lybia never bred!
  nor adder’s sting! nor any tigress’ whelp!
O blest be they that never felt his force!
LOVE hath, nor pity, mercy, nor remorse!

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