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Front Matter |
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I. |
Fidessa fair! long live a happy maiden! |
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II. |
How can that piercing crystal-painted eye |
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III. |
Venus, and young Adonis sitting by her |
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IV. |
Did you sometimes three German brethren see |
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V. |
Arraigned, poor captive at the Bar I stand |
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VI. |
Unhappy sentence! Worst of worst of pains |
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VII. |
Oft have mine Eyes, the Agents of mine Heart |
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VIII. |
Grief-urging Guest! great cause have I to plain me |
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IX. |
My spotless love, that never yet was tainted |
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X. |
Clip not, sweet Love, the wings of my Desire |
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XI. |
Winged with sad woes, why doth fair Zephyr blow |
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XII. |
O if my heavenly sighs must prove annoy |
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XIII. |
Compare me to the child that plays with fire! |
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XIV. |
When silent sleep had closèd up mine eyes |
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XV. |
Care-charmer Sleep! Sweet ease in restless misery! |
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XVI. |
For I have lovèd long, I crave reward! |
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XVII. |
Sweet stroke! (so might I thrive as I must praise) |
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XVIII. |
O, She must love my sorrows to assuage |
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XIX. |
My pain paints out my love in doleful Verse |
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XX. |
Great is the joy that no tongue can express! |
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XXI. |
He that will Cæsar be, or else not be |
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XXII. |
It was of love, ungentle gentle boy! |
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XXIII. |
Fly to her heart! Hover about her heart! |
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XXIV. |
Striving is past! Ah, I must sink and drown |
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XXV. |
Compare me to Pygmalion with his Image ’sotted! |
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XXVI. |
The silly bird that hastes unto the net |
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XXVII. |
Poor worm, poor silly worm, alas, poor beast! |
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XXVIII. |
Well may my soul, immortal and divine |
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XXIX. |
Earth! take this earth wherein my spirits languish! |
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XXX. |
Weep now no more, mine eyes; but be you drowned |
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XXXI. |
Tongue, never cease to sing Fidessa’s praise! |
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XXXII. |
Sore sick of late, Nature her due would have |
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XXXIII. |
He that would fain Fidessa’s image see |
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XXXIV. |
Fie, Pleasure! fie! Thou cloy’st me with delight |
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XXXV. |
I have not spent the April of my time |
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XXXVI. |
O let my heart, my body, and my tongue |
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XXXVII. |
Fair is my love that feeds among the lilies |
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XXXVIII. |
Was never eye did see my Mistress’s face |
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XXXIX. |
My Lady’s hair is threads of beaten gold |
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XL. |
Injurious Fates! to rob me of my bliss |
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XLI. |
The prison I am in is thy fair face! |
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XLII. |
When never-speaking silence proves a wonder |
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XLIII. |
Tell me of love, Sweet Love, who is thy sire? |
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XLIV. |
No choice of change can ever change my mind! |
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XLV. |
Mine eye bewrays the secrets of my heart |
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XLVI. |
So soon as peeping Lucifer, Aurora’s star |
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XLVII. |
I see, I hear, I feel, I know, I rue |
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XLVIII. |
“Murder! O murder!” I can cry no longer |
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XLIX. |
My cruel fortunes, clouded with a frown |
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When I the hooks of pleasure first devoured |
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LI. |
Work! work apace, you blessed Sisters three! |
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LII. |
It is some comfort to the wrongèd man |
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LIII. |
I was a King of sweet Content at least |
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LIV. |
If great Apollo offered as a dower |
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LV. |
O, no, I dare not! O, I may not speak! |
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LVI. |
Is Trust betrayed? Doth Kindness grow unkind? |
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LVII. |
Three playfellows (such Three were never seen |
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LVIII. |
O Beauty! Siren! kept with Circe’s rod! |
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LIX. |
Do I, unto a cruel tiger play |
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LX. |
O let me sigh, weep, wail, and cry no more |
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LXI. |
Fidessa’s worth in time begetteth praise |
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LXII. |
Most true that I must fair Fidessa love |
