from Pamphilia to Amphilanthus: 7 by Lady Mary Wroth

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Love leave to urge, thou know’st thou hast the hand;
’T’is cowardise, to strive wher none resist:
Pray thee leave off, I yeeld unto thy band;
Doe nott thus, still, in thine owne powre persist,

Beehold I yeeld: lett forces bee dismist;
I ame thy subject, conquer’d, bound to stand,
Never thy foe, butt did thy claime assist
Seeking thy due of those who did withstand;

Butt now, itt seemes, thou would’st I should thee love;
I doe confess, t’was thy will made mee chuse;
And thy faire showes made mee a lover prove
When I my freedome did, for paine refuse.

Yett this Sir God, your boyship I dispise;
Your charmes I obay, butt love nott want of eyes.

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