| Herbert J.C. Grierson, ed. (1886–1960). Metaphysical Lyrics & Poems of the 17th C. 1921. |
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| Henry King |
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| 59. Sonnet |
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| TELL me no more how fair she is, | |
| I have no minde to hear | |
| The story of that distant bliss | |
| I never shall come near: | |
| By sad experience I have found | 5 |
| That her perfection is my wound. | |
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| And tell me not how fond I am | |
| To tempt a daring Fate, | |
| From whence no triumph ever came, | |
| But to repent too late: | 10 |
| There is some hope ere long I may | |
| In silence dote my self away. | |
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| I ask no pity (Love) from thee, | |
| Nor will thy justice blame, | |
| So that thou wilt not envy mee | 15 |
| The glory of my flame: | |
| Which crowns my heart when ere it dyes, | |
| In that it falls her sacrifice. | |
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