Of the Suddeyne Surprizing of His Hearte, and How Unawares He Was Caught. Sonet 4 -

Sonet 4.

Delight in youre bright eyes my death did breede
As light and glittering weapons babes allure
To play with fire and sworde and so procure
Them to be burnt and hurt ere they take heed.

Thy beautie so hath made me burne and bleed
Yet shall my ashes and my bloud assure
Thy beauties fame for euer to endure
For thy fames life from my death doth proceed.

Because my hearte to ashes burned giueth
Life to thy fame thow right a Phaenix art
And like a Pellican thy beautie liueth
By sucking bloud oute of my breast and hearte
Loe why with wonder we may thee compare
Vnto the Pelican and Phaenix rare.
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