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Wroth Poem - F71 - Sleepe fy poſseſs mee nott, nor doe nott fright

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6.

Sleepe fy poſseſs mee nott, nor doe nott fright
    mee wth thy heauy, and thy deathlike might
    for counterfetting's vilder then deaths ſight,
    and ſuch deluding more my thoughts doe spite

Thou ſuff'rest faulsest shapes my ſoule t'affright
    ſome times in liknes of a hopefull spright,
    and oft times like my loue as in dispite
    Ioying thou canst wt mallice kill delight,

When I (a poore foole made by thee) think ioy
    itt is while thy fond shadows doe destroy
    my that while ſenceles ſelf; then left to thee,

Butt now doe well, lett mee for euer sleepe,
    and ſoe for euer that deare Image keepe,
    Or still wake, that my ſences may bee free
Sonnet 6.

Sleep fie possess me not, nor do not fright
    Me with thy heavy, and thy deathlike might,
    For counterfeiting's viler than death's sight,
    And such deluding more my thoughts do spite.

Thou sufferest falsest shapes my soul t'affright
    Sometimes in likeness of a hopeful sprite,
    And oft times like my love as in despite
    Joying thou canst with malice kill delight,

When I (a poor fool made by thee) think joy
    It is while* thy fond shadows do destroy
    My that-while senseless self; then left* to thee,

But now do well, let me for ever sleep,
    And so forever that dear Image keep,
    Or still wake, that my senses may be free.


This sonnet is moved in P to become 16 [P18] on fol. 9.

'it is, while' = 'doth flow when' in P.
'then left' = 'left free' in P.
16.

Sleepe fye poſſeſſe me not, nor doe not fright
    me with thy heauy, and thy deathlike might:
    For counterfetting's vilder then death's ſight;
    And ſuch deluding more my thoughts doe ſpight.

Thou ſuffer'ſt falſeſt ſhapes my ſoule t'affright,
    Sometimes in likeneſſe of of a hopefull ſpright;
    And oft times like my Loue, as in deſpight;
    Ioying, thou canſt with malice kill delight.

When I (a poore foole made by thee) thinke ioy
    Doth flow, when thy fond ſhadowes doe deſtroy
    My that while ſenceleſſe ſelfe, left free to thee.

But now doe well, let me for euer ſleepe,
    And ſo for euer that deere Image keepe
    Or ſtill wake that my ſenſes may be free.
16.

Sleep fie possess me not, nor do not fright
    Me with thy heavy, and thy deathlike might
    For counterfeiting's viler than death's sight,
    And such deluding more my thoughts do spite.

Thou sufferest falsest shapes my soul t'affright
    Sometimes in likeness of a hopeful sprite,
    And oft times like my love as in despite
    Joying thou canst with malice kill delight,

When I (a poor fool made by thee) think joy
    Doth flow when thy fond shadows do destroy
    My that-while senseless self; left free to thee,

But now do well, let me for ever sleep,
    And so forever that dear Image keep,
    Or still wake, that my senses may be free.



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