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Seccombe and Arber, comps. Elizabethan Sonnets. 1904.

Chloris

Sonnet XXVII. O Love, leave off with sorrows to torment me!

William Smith (fl. 1596)

O LOVE, leave off with sorrows to torment me!

Let my heart’s grief and pining pain content thee!

The breach is made; I give thee leave to enter!

Thee to resist, great god, I dare not venture!

Restless desire doth aggravate my anguish;

Careful conceits do fill my soul with languish:

Be not too cruel, in thy conquest gained!

Thy deadly shafts have victory obtained!

Batter no more my Fort with fierce affection;

But shield me, captive, under thy protection!

[Two lines wanting.]


I yield to thee, O LOVE, thou art the stronger!

Raise then thy siege, and trouble me no longer!