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Wroth Poem - F73 - Sweet shades why doe you ſeeke to giue delight

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8.

Sweet shades why doe you ſeeke to giue delight
    to mee who deeme delight in this vilde place
    butt torment, ſorrow, and mine owne diſgrace
    to taste of ioy, or your vaine pleaſing ſight;

Show them your pleaſures who ſaw neuer night
    of griefe, wher ioyings fauning, ſmiling face
    appeers as day, wher griefe found neuer space
    yett for a ſigh, a grone, or enuies spite;

Butt O. on mee a world of woes doe ly,
    or els on mee all harmes striue to rely,
    and to attend like ſeruants bound to mee,

Heat in deſire, while frosts of cares I proue,
    wanting my loue, yett ſurfett doe wt loue
    burne, and yett freeze, better in hell to bee;
Sonnet 8.

Sweet shades why do you seek to give delight
    To me who deem delight in this vile place
    But torment, sorrow, and mine own disgrace
    To taste of joy, or your vain pleasing sight;

Show them your pleasures who saw never night
    Of grief, where joying's fawning, smiling face
    Appears as day, where grief found never space
    Yet for a sigh, a groan, or envy's spite;

But O, on me a world of woes doe lie,
    Or else on me all harms strive to rely,
    And to attend like servants bound to me,

Heat in desire, while frosts of cares* I prove,
    Wanting my love, yet surfeit do with love,
    Burn, and yet freeze,* better in hell to be.


This sonnet is moved to become 17 in P on fol. 9 [P19].

'cares' = 'care' in P.
'burn and yet freeze': a Petrarchan cliché, often mocked, but here apparently used seriously.
17.

Sweet ſhades, why doe you ſeeke to giue delight
    To me, who deeme delight in this vilde place:
    But torment, ſorrow, and mine owne diſgrace,
    To taſte of ioy, or your vaine pleaſing ſight?

Shew them your pleaſures who ſaw neuer night
    Of griefe, where ioyings fawning ſmiling face
    Appeares as day, where griefe found neuer ſpace:
    Yet for a ſigh, a groane, or enuies ſpite.

But O: on me a world of woes doe lye,
    Or els on me all harmes ſtriue to relye,
    And to attend like ſeruants bound to me.

Heate in deſire, while froſts of care I proue,
    Wanting my loue, yet ſurfet doe with loue,
    Burne and yet freeze, better in Hell to be.
17.

Sweet shades why do you seek to give delight
    To me who deem delight in this vile place
    But torment, sorrow, and mine own disgrace
    To taste of joy, or your vain pleasing sight;

Show them your pleasures who saw never night
    Of grief, where joying's fawning, smiling face
    Appears as day, where grief found never space
    Yet for a sigh, a groan, or envy's spite;

But O, on me a world of woes doe lie,
    Or else on me all harms strive to rely,
    And to attend like servants bound to me,

Heat in desire, while frosts of care I prove,
    Wanting my love, yet surfeit do with love,
    Burn, and yet freeze, better in hell to be.



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