I bow'd not to thy image for succession,
Nor bound thy bow to shoot reformed kindnesse,
The playes of hope and feare were my confession
The spectacles to my life was thy blindnesse:
But Cupid now farewell, I will goe play me,
With thoughts that please me lesse, and lesse betray me.
For an adaptation of Sonnet XCIV, entitled 'Lines on a King-and-Emperor-Making King—altered from the 93rd Sonnet of Fulke Greville', vide Appendices of this edition.
LINENOTES:
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Farewell my Love! yet blame ye not my Truth;
More fondly never mother ey'd her child
MS. 1806.
Sweet power of Love, farewell! nor blame my truth,
More fondly never Mother ey'd her Child
Courier, M. H.
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