Caelica - Sonnet 26

VVas euer Man so ouer-match't with Boy?
When I am thinking how to keep him vnder,
He plaies and dallies me with euerie toy;
With pretty stealths, he makes me laugh and wonder.

When with the child, the child-thoughts of mine owne
Doe long to play and toy as well as he,
The Boy is sad, and melancholy growne,
And with one humor cannot long agree.

Straight doe I scorne and bid the child away
The Boy knowes furie, and soone sheweth me
Caelica's sweet eyes, where Loue and Beauty play,
Furie turnes into loue of that I see.
If these mad changes doe make children Gods,
Women, and children are not farre at odds.
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