Sonnet 42. James Lauder I wald se mare I wald se mare nor ony thing I sie ; I sie not jit the thing that I desyre : Desyre it is that does content the ee ; The ee it is vhilk settis the hairt in fyre. In fyre to fry, tormentit thus, I tyre ; I tyre far mair, till tyme these flammis I feid : I feed affectione, spurring to aspyre Aspyre I sall, in esperance to speid ; To speed I hope, thoght danger still I dreid ; I dreid no thing bot ouer long delay : Delay in love is dangerous indeed ; Indeid I shape the soner to assay ; Assay I sall, hap ill or weill, I vou ; I vou to ventur, to triumph I trou. |
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