Mary Wroth Poems

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74

Love a childe is ever crying,
Please him, and he strait is flying;
Give him, he the more is craving,
Never satisfi'd with having.
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2.
From: Pamphilia To Amphilanthus: Sonnet 1

When night's blacke Mantle could most darknesse prove,
And sleepe (deaths Image) did my senses hyre,
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3.
16

Am I thus conquer'd? hame I lost the powers,
That to withstand, which joyes to ruine me?
Must I bee still, while it my strength devoures,
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4.
40

False hope which feeds but to destroy, and spill
What it first breeds, unnaturall to the birth
Of thine owne wombe, conceiuing but to kill
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5.
7 (Song 1)

The spring now come at last
To Trees, Fields, to Flowres,
And meadowes makes to taste
His pride, while sad showres
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6.
68

My paine still smother'd in my grieved brest,
Seekes for some ease, yet cannot passage finde,
To be discharg'd of this unwellcome guest,
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7.
Sonnet Xiv

Except my heart, which you bestow'd before,
And for a signe of Conquest gave away
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8.
[the Weary Traveller, Who Tyred, Sought]

The weary Traveller, who tyred, sought
In places distant farre, yet found no end
Of paine or labour, nor his state to mend:
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9.
[how Glowworme-Like The Sun Doth Now Appeare,]

How Glowworme-like the Sun doth now appeare,
Cold beames doe from his glorious face descend
Which shewes his daies, and force draw to an end,
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10.
21 (Song 3)

Stay my thoughts do not aspire,
To vaine hopes of high desire;
See you not all meanes bereft,
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