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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F68 - Deare cherish this, and wth itt my ſoules will

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3.

Deare cherish this, and wth itt my ſoules will,
    nor for itt rann away doe itt abuſe,
    alas itt left poore mee your brest to chuſe
    as the blest shrine wher itt would harbour still;

Then fauor shew, and nott vnkindly kill
    the hart wch fled to you, butt doe excuſe
    that wch for better, did the wurſe refuſe,
    and pleaſ'd I'le bee, though hartles my lyfe spill,

Butt if you will bee kind, and iuſt indeed,
    ſend mee your hart wch in mines place shall feed
    on faithfull loue to your deuotion bound;

Ther shall itt ſee the ſacrifiſes made
    of pure, and spottles loue wch shall nott vade
    while ſoule, and body are together found;
Sonnet 3

Dear, cherish this, and with it my soul's will,
    Nor for it ran away do it abuse,
    Alas, it left poor me your breast to choose
    As the blest* shrine where it would harbour still;

Then favour show, and not unkindly kill
    The heart which fled to you, but do excuse
    That which for better, did the worse refuse,
    And pleased I'll be, though heartless my life spill,

But if you will be kind, and just indeed,
    Send me your heart which in mine's place shall feed
    On faithful love to your devotion bound;

There shall it see the sacrifices made
    Of pure, and spotless love which shall not fade*
    While soul, and body are together found.


In P this sonnet is moved back in the sequence to become sonnet 26. The sonnet plays with the idea of a 'migrating' heart ('this') to represent love.

'blest' = 'best' in P.
'fade': Wroth uses 'vade' an archaic version of fade.
26.

Deare cheriſh this, and with it my ſoules will,
    Nor for it ran away doe it abuſe:
    Alas it left (poore me) your breſt to chooſe,
    As the beſt ſhrine, where it would harbour ſtill.

Then fauour ſhew, and not vnkindly kill
    The heart which fled to you, but doe excuſe
    That which for better did the worſe refuſe;
    And pleas'd Ile be, though heartleſſe my life ſpill.

But if you will bee kinde and iuſt indeed,
    Send me your heart, which in mine's place ſhall feede
    On faithfull loue to your deuotion bound,

There ſhall it ſee the ſacrifices made
    Of pure and ſpotleſſe Loue, which ſhall not vade,
    While ſoule and body are together found.
26.

Dear, cherish this, and with it my soul's will,
    Nor for it ran away do it abuse,
    Alas, it left poor me your breast to choose
    As the best shrine where it would harbour still;

Then favour show, and not unkindly kill
    The heart which fled to you, but do excuse
    That which for better, did the worse refuse,
    And pleased I'll be, though heartless my life spill,

But if you will be kind, and just indeed,
    Send me your heart which in mine's place shall feed
    On faithful love to your devotion bound;

There shall it see the sacrifices made
    Of pure, and spotless love which shall not fade
    While soul, and body are together found.



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