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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F72 - An end fond iealouſie alas I know

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7.

An end fond iealouſie alas I know
    thy hidenest, and thy most ſecrett art
    thou canst noe new inuention frame butt part
    I haue allreddy ſeene, and felt wt woe;

All thy diſsemblings wch by fained show
    wunn my beeleefe, while truth did rule my hart
    I, wth glad mind imbrace'd, and deemd my ſmart
    the spring of ioy, whoſe streames wth bliſs should flow;

I thought excuſes had bin reaſons true,
    and that noe faulcehood could of thee enſue;
    ſoe ſoone beeleefe in honest minds is wrought;

Butt now I find thy flattery, and skill,
    wch idly made mee to obſerue thy will;
    thus is my learning by my bondage bought
Sonnet 7.

An end fond jealousy; alas I know
    Thy hiddenest, and thy most secret art.
    Thou canst no new invention frame but part
    I have already seen, and felt with woe;

All thy dissemblings which by feigned show
    Won my belief, while truth did rule my heart
    I, with glad mind embraced, and deemed my smart
    The spring of joy, whose streams with bliss should flow;

I thought excuses had been reasons true,
    And that no falsehood could of thee ensue;
    So soon belief in honest minds is wrought;

But now I find thy flattery, and skill,
    Which idly made me to observe thy will;
    Thus is my learning by my bondage bought.

7.

An end fond Ielouſie, alas I know
    Thy hiddeneſt, and thy moſt ſecret Art,
    Thou canſt no new inuention frame but part,
    I haue already ſeene, and felt with woe.

All thy diſſemblings, which by faigned ſhowe,
    Wonne my beliefe, while truth did rule my heart,
    I with glad minde embrac'd, and deemd my ſmart
    The ſpring of ioy, whoſe ſtreames with bliſſe ſhould flow.

I thought excuſes had beene reaſons true,
    And that no falſhood could of thee enſue,
    So ſoone beliefe in honeſt mindes is wrought;

But now I finde thy flattery, and skill,
    Which idely made me to obſerue thy will,
    Thus is my learning by my bondage bought.
Sonnet 7.

An end fond jealousy; alas I know
    Thy hiddenest, and thy most secret art
    Thou canst no new invention frame but part
    I have already seen, and felt with woe;

All thy dissemblings which by feigned show
    Won my belief, while truth did rule my heart
    I, with glad mind embraced, and deemed my smart
    The spring of joy, whose streams with bliss should flow;

I thought excuses had been reasons true,
    And that no falsehood could of thee ensue;
    So soon belief in honest minds is wrought;

But now I find thy flattery, and skill,
    Which idly made me to observe thy will;
    Thus is my learning by my bondage bought.



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