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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F81 - O pardon, Cupid I confeſs my fault

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O pardon, Cupid I confeſs my fault
    then mercy grant mee in ſoe iust a kind
    for treaſon neuer lodged in my mind
    against thy might ſoe much as in a thought,

And now my folly I haue deerly bought
    nor could my ſoule least rest or quiett find
    ſince rashnes did my thoughts to error bind
    wch now thy fury, and my harme hath wrought;

I curſe that thought, and hand wch that first fram'd
    for wch by thee I ame most iustly blam'd,
    but now that hand shall guided bee aright,

And giue a crowne vnto thy endleſs prayſe
    wch shall thy glory, and thy greatnes raiſe
    more then thes poore things could thy honor spite
Sonnet ('O Pardon Cupid')

O pardon, Cupid, I confess my fault.
    Then mercy grant me in so just a kind,
    For treason never lodged in my mind
    Against thy might so much as in a thought,

And now my folly I have dearly bought,
    Nor could my soul least rest or* quiet find
    Since rashness did my thoughts to error bind
    Which now thy fury, and my harm hath wrought;

I curse that thought, and hand which that first framed
    For which by thee I am most justly blamed,
    But now that hand shall guided be aright,

And give a crown unto thy endless praise
    Which shall thy glory, and thy greatness raise
    More than these poor things could thy honour spite.


This sonnet 'prefaces' the crown of sonnets both in F and in P, as indicated in the final stanza which introduces the 'crown unto thy endless praise'.

'or' = 'of' in P.
O pardon Cupid, I confeſſe my fault,
    Then mercy grant me in ſo iuſt a kinde:
    For treaſon neuer lodged in my minde
    Againſt thy might, ſo much as in a thought.

And now my folly I haue dearely bought,
    Nor could my ſoule leaſt reſt of quiet finde;
    Since Raſhnes did my thoughts to Error binde,
    Which now thy fury, and my harme hath wrought.

I curſe that thought and hand which that firſt fram'd,
    For which by thee I am moſt iuſtly blam'd:
    But now that hand ſhall guided be aright,

And giue a Crowne vnto thy endleſſe praiſe,
    Which ſhall thy glory and thy greatneſſe raiſe,
    More then theſe poore things could thy honor ſpight.
Sonnet ('O Pardon Cupid')

O pardon, Cupid, I confess my fault.
    Then mercy grant me in so just a kind,
    For treason never lodged in my mind
    Against thy might so much as in a thought,

And now my folly I have dearly bought,
    Nor could my soul least rest of* quiet find
    Since rashness did my thoughts to error bind
    Which now thy fury, and my harm hath wrought;

I curse that thought, and hand which that first framed
    For which by thee I am most justly blamed,
    But now that hand shall guided be aright,

And give a crown unto thy endless praise
    Which shall thy glory, and thy greatness raise
    More than these poor things could thy honour spite.


'of': a mistake for F's 'or'.


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