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Front Matter |
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Introductory: Unto Her Majesty’s sacred honourable Maids by Richard Smith |
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| The First Decade |
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I. Resolved to love, unworthy to obtain |
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Blame not my heart for flying up too high! |
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III. |
Fly low, dear love! thy sun dost thou not see? |
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A friend of mine, pitying my hopeless love |
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V. |
Thine eye, the glass where I behold my heart |
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VI. |
Mine eye with all the deadly sins is fraught |
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VII. |
Falsely doth Envy of your praises blame |
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VIII. |
Much Sorrow in itself my love doth move |
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IX. |
My Lady’s presence makes the Roses red |
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X. |
Heralds at arms do three perfections quote |
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| The Second Decade |
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If true love might true love’s reward obtain |
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It may be, Love my death doth not pretend |
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The Sun, his journey ending in the west |
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Lady! in beauty and in favour rare |
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My Reason absent, did mine Eyes require |
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Wonder it is, and pity is’t, that she |
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VII. |
Pity refusing my poor Love to feed |
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VIII. |
The fowler hides, as closely as he may |
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IX. |
Sweet hand! the sweet but cruel bow thou art! |
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X. |
Fair Sun! if you would have me praise your light |
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| The Third Decade |
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Uncivil Sickness! hast thou no regard! |
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IX. |
Woe to mine eyes! the organs of mine ill |
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Of an Athenian young man have I read |
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| The Fourth Decade |
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Needs must I leave, and yet needs must I love! |
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Sweet Sovereign! since so many minds remain |
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When your perfections to my thoughts appear |
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Fools be they, that inveigh ’gainst Mahomet |
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Ready to seek out death in my disgrace |
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Each day, new proofs of new despair I find |
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VII. |
The richest relic Rome did ever view |
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VIII. |
“Why thus unjustly,” say, my cruel fate! |
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Hope, like the hyæna, coming to be old |
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| The Fifth Decade |
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Ay me, poor wretch! my prayer is turned to sin |
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I do not now complain of my disgrace |
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If ever Sorrow spoke from soul that loves |
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You secret vales! you solitary fields! |
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His shadow to Narcissus well presented |
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I am no model figure, or sign of Care |
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But being Care, thou flyest me as Ill Fortune! |
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Dear to my soul! then, leave me not forsaken! |
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Whilst Echo cries, “What shall become of me?” |
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Prometheus for stealing living fire |
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| The Sixth Decade |
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One sun unto my life’s day gives true light |
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To live in hell, and heaven to behold |
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A Carver, having loved too long in vain |
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Astronomers the heavens do divide |
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V. |
Weary of love, my Thoughts of Love complained |
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Forgive me, Dear! for thundering on thy name |
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VII. |
My Heart, mine Eye accuseth of his death |
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VIII. |
Unhappy day! unhappy month and season! |
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Love have I followed all too long, nought gaining |
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My God, my God, how much I love my goddess! |
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| The Seventh Decade |
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The First Created held a joyous bower |
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Fair Grace of Graces! Muse of Muses all! |
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What viewed I, Dear! when I, thine eyes beheld? |
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When tedious much, and over weary long |
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Had she not been so excellently fair |
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Thus long imposed to everlasting plaining |
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Thou wilt persèver ever to disdain me |
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As draws the golden Meteor of the day |
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Wilt thou be still unkind, and kill me so? |
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I meet not mine, by others’ discontent |
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| The Eighth Decade |
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Persèver ever, and have never done! |
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Give period to my matter of complaining |
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’Twill grieve me more than if thou didst disdain me |
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My tears are true: though Others be divine |
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V. |
Sometimes in verse I praised, sometimes in verse I sigh’t |
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A calculation upon the birth of an Honourable Lady’s Daughter |
