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Mary Wroth's Poetry: An Electronic Edition

Wroth Poem - F115 - Flye traiter ioye whoſe end brings butt dispaire

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Sonett

Fly traiter ioye whoſe end brings butt dispaire
    ſoone high, and prowd, and att the heith downe cast
    like stately trees whoſe leauy crowns haue past
    to braue the clowds, and wth theyr state compare,

When for theyr heds the grownd theyr pillows are
    and theyr dispiſed roots by one poore blast
    raiſ'd vp in spite, theyr tops by earth imbrast
    glad of decline, for from thence springeth care,

Euen ſoe fond ioye, thou raiſest vp our heads,
    when coms dispaire, and on thy pleaſure treads,
    then languishingly dost thou pine, and cry,

Haples ioye that can nott act ioys kind part
    butt must bee masterd by dispayrs sharp ſmart,
    Thus faine thou wouldst bee kind, butt must deny:


Sonnet unnumbered 3 ('Fly traitor joy')

Fly traitor joy whose end brings but despair,
    Soon high, and proud, and at the height down cast,
    Like stately trees whose leafy crowns have passed
    To brave the clouds, and with their state compare,

When for their heads the ground their pillows are
    And their despised roots by one poor blast
    Raised up in spite, their tops by earth embraced,
    Glad of decline, for from thence springeth care.

Even so fond joy, thou raisest up our heads,
    When comes despair, and on thy pleasure treads,
    Then languishingly dost thou pine, and cry.

Hapless joy that cannot act joy's kind part,
    But must be mastered by despair's sharp smart,
    Thus feign thou wouldst be kind, but must deny.


Thus sonnet is not printed in P or U. It has some initial similarity to [P33]: 'Fly hence, O joy, no longer here abide,/too great thy pleasures are for my despair'.



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