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My sinnowes feebles through my smoaking smarte
And all my bloode as in a pann doth playe
I onlie wishe for ease of all my paine
That she might witt what sorrowe I sustaine.
[III]
TO THE QUEENE[1]
As on the wings of your enchanting fame
I was transported ou'r the stormie seas
Who coulde not quenche that restles burning flame
Which onlie ye by sympathie did mease
So can I troubled be with no disease 5
Bot ye my onlie Medicinar remaines
And easilie when ever that ye please
May salve my sores and mitigatt my paines
Your smiling is an antidote againes
The Melancholie that oppresseth me 10
And when a raging wrathe into me raignes
Your loving lookes may make me calme to be
How oft you see me have an heavie hart
Remember then sweete Doctour on your art.
[IV]
TO THE QUEENE, ANONIMOS[2]
That blessed houre when first was brought to light
Our earthlie Juno, and our gratious Queene
Three Goddesses how soone they hade her scene
Contended who protect her shoulde by right
5Bot being as Goddesses of equall might
And as of female sexe like stiffe in will
It was agreed by sacred Phœbus skill
To joyne there powers to blesse that blessed wight.
