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Sonette VI

Poem (Canso): 

Thought I delivered to Elysian green,
Where want was foreign to the every ear;
Now find I that she will not this thought bear
But to condemn her what love might have been.
Mine eyes another such never have seen,
Nor dare I cast myself to such a fear.
I ask reason why this face she doth wear,
And learn to passion’s ill I am given?
Cruel will! Infected heart! Hie thee away,
And let me to this memory remain.
Seek not to aid me, for high cost I pay
Where inflamèd desire doth complain.
From this moment ever on shall I faste,
And pray my lady think mine err but waste.