SONNETS:
The soote season, that bud and
bllom forth brings
The soote season, that bud and bloom forth brings,
With green hath clad the hill and eke the vale;
The nightingale with feathers new she sings
The turtle to her make hath told her tale.
Summer is come, for every spray now springs,
The hart hath hung his old head on the pale,
The buck in brake his winter coat he flings,
The fishes float with new repaired scale, The adder all her slough away she slings,
The swift swallow pursueth the fly{:e}s smale,
The busy bee her honey now she mings Winter is worn that was the flowers' bale.
And thus I see, among these pleasant things
In Cyprus Springs,
Whereas Dame
Venus Dwelt
In Cyprus springs, whereas dame
Venus dwelt,
A well so hot that, whoso tastes
the same,
Were he of stone, as thawed ice
should melt
And he kindled find his breast
with secret flame;
Whose moist poison dissolved
hath my hate.
This creeping fire my cold limbs
so oppressed
That in the heart that harboured
freedom late
Endless despair long thraldom
hath impressed.
One eke so cold in frozen ice is
found
Whose chilling venom of
repugnant kind
The fervent heat doth quench of
Cupid's wound
And with the spot of change
infects the mind,
Whereof my dear hath tasted to
my pain:
My service thus is grown into
disdain.
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace
Nott -:
Original Text Reference.
Publication Date:
.
Ed.
(text):
F.
D.
Hoeniger;
(e-text):
I.
Lancashire.
Rep.
Poetry:
RP...
Alas! so all things now do hold their peace,
Heaven and earth disturbed in nothing.
The beasts, the air, the birds their song do cease,
The night{:e}s chare the stars about doth bring.
Calm ...
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