Sonnet V - Poem by Mary Wroth
And burne, yet burning you will love the smart,
When you shall feele the waight of true desire,
So pleasing, as you would not wish your part
Of burthen showld be missing from that fire.
But faithfull and unfaigned heate aspire
Which sinne abollisheth, and doth impart
Salves to all feare, with vertues which inspire
Soules with divine love; which showes his chaste art.
And guide he is to joyings, open eyes
He hath to happinesse, and best can learne
Us, meanes how to deserve, this he descries,
Who blinde, yet doth our hiden'st thoughts discerne.
Thus we may gaine since living in blest Love,
He may our profitt, and our Tutor proove.
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