Sonnet 2. Before mine eye
Before mine eye, to feed my greedy will, 'Gan muster eke mine old acquainted mates, Who helped the dish (of vain delight) to fill My empty mouth with dainty delicates; And foolish boldness took the whip in hand To lash my life into this trustless trace, Till all in haste I leapt a loof from land And hoist up sail to catch a Courtly grace. Each lingering day did seem a world of woe, Till in that hapless haven my head was brought; Waves of wanhope so tossed me to and fro In deep despair to drown my dreadful thought; Each hour a day, each day a year, did seem And every year a world my will did deem.
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