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Since fortune's wrath envieth the wealth
Wherein I reigned by the sight
Of that that fed my eyes by stealth
With sour sweet, dread and delight,
Let not my grief move you to moan, 5
For I will weep and wail alone.
Spite drave me into Boreas' reign,
Where hoary frosts the fruits do bite,
When hills were spread and every plain
With stormy winter's mantle white. 10
And yet, my dear, such was my heat,
When others freeze then did I sweat.
And now though on the sun I drive
Whose fervent flame all things decays,
His beams in brightness may not strive 15
With light of your sweet golden rays,
Nor from my breast this heat remove,
The frozen thoughts graven by love.
Nor may the waves of the salt flood
Quench that your beauty set on fire, 20
For though mine eyes forbear the food
That did relieve the hot desire,
Such as I was, such will I be,
Your own. What would you more of me?
2reigned] flourished, (pronounced with two syllables)
3 that that] that which.
7 drave] drove, the archaic northern England past tense form. Boreas] the mythological place from which the North
Wind originates; a cold place.
18 graven] engraved.
20 that] that which.
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