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Wroth Poem - F104 - How well poore hart thou wittnes canst I loue

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How well poore hart thou wittnes canst I loue,
    how oft my griefe hath made thee shed for teares
    drops of thy deerest blood, and how oft feares
    borne testimony of the paines I proue,

What torments hast thou ſufferd while aboue
    ioy; thou tortur'd wert wt racks wch longing beares
    pinch'd wt deſires wch yett butt wishing reares
    firme in my faith, in constancy to moue,

Yett is itt ſayd that ſure loue can nott bee
    wher ſoe ſmall showe of paſsion is deſcri'd,
    when thy chiefe paine is that I must itt hide
    from all ſaue only one who showld itt ſee

For know more paſsion in my hart doth moue
then in a millian that make show they loue


Crown sonnet 2.3 ('How well poor heart')

How well poor heart thou witness canst I love,
    How oft my grief hath made thee shed for* tears
    Drops of thy dearest blood, and how oft fears
    Borne testimony of the pains I prove,

What torments hast thou suffered while above
    Joy thou tortured wert with racks which longing bears.
    Pinched with desires which yet but wishing rears*
    Firm in my faith, in constancy to move,

Yet is it said that sure love cannot be
    Where so small show of passion is descried,
    When thy chief pain is that I must it hide
    From all save only one who should it see.

For know more passion in my heart doth move
    Than in a million that make show they* love.


This sonnet moved to become sonnet 36 in P (fol. 20). [P41]

rears: ie like a rearing horse, with in the stanza a tension between the need to shift/move and the determination to remain fixed/constant.
'for' = 'forth' in P.
'they' = 'of' in P.
36.

How well (poore heart) thou witneſſe canſt, I loue,
    How oft my grief hath made thee ſhed forth teares,
    Drops of thy deareſt blood; and how oft feares
    Borne teſtimony of the paines I proue?

What torments haſt thou ſuffer'd, while aboue
    Ioy thou tortur'd wert with racks, which longing bears:
    Pinch'd with deſires, which yet but wiſhing reares
    Firme in my faith, in conſtancie, to moue.

Yet is it ſaid, that ſure loue cannot be,
    Where ſo ſmall ſhew of paſſion is deſcri'd;
    When thy chiefe paine is, that I muſt it hide
    From all, ſaue onely one, who ſhould it ſee.

For know, more paſſion in my heart doth moue,
Then in a million that make ſhew of loue.
36.

How well poor heart thou witness canst I love,
    How oft my grief hath made thee shed forth tears,
    Drops of thy dearest blood, and how oft fears
    Borne testimony of the pains I prove,

What torments hast thou suffered while above
    Joy thou tortured wert with racks which longing bears.
    Pinched with desires which yet but wishing rears
    Firm in my faith, in constancy to move,

Yet is it said that sure love cannot be
    Where so small show of passion is descried,
    When thy chief pain is that I must it hide
    From all save only one who should it see.

For know more passion in my heart doth move
    Than in a million that make show of love.



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