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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Sonnet XXXVII. Did I not love her as a lover ought
Richard Linche (fl. 1596–1601)
DID I not love her as a lover ought,
  with purest zeal and faithfulness of heart;
Then She had cause to set my love at naught,
  and I had well deserved to feel this smart!
But holding her so dearly as I do,        5
  as a rare jewel of most high esteem;
She most unkindly wounds and kills me, so,
  my ne’er-stained troth most causeless to misdeem!
Never did one account of woman more
  than I of her! nor ever woman yet        10
Respected less, or held in lesser store
  her lover’s vows, than She by mine doth set!
What resteth then? but I despair and die!
That so my death may glut her ruthless eye.

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