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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sir Thomas Wortley's Sonnet Answered</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">[THE SONNET.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I.<br> No more<br>Thou little winged archer, now no more<br> As heretofore,<br>Thou maist pretend within my breast to bide,<br> No more,<br>Since cruell Death of dearest LYNDAMORE<br> Hath me depriv'd,<br>I bid adieu to love, and all the world beside.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> II.<br> Go, go;<br>Lay by thy quiver and unbend thy bow<br> Poore sillie foe,<br>Thou spend'st thy shafts but at my breast in vain,<br> Since Death<br>My heart hath with a fatall icie deart<br> Already slain,<br>Thou canst not ever hope to warme her wound,<br> Or wound it o're againe.]</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br> THE ANSWER.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> I.<br> Againe,<br>Thou witty cruell wanton, now againe,<br> Through ev'ry veine,<br>Hurle all your lightning, and strike ev'ry dart,<br> Againe,<br>Before I feele this pleasing, pleasing paine.<br> I have no heart,<br>Nor can I live but sweetly murder'd with<br> So deare, so deare a smart.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=499022" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> II.<br> Then flye,<br>And kindle all your torches at her eye,<br> To make me dye<br>Her martyr, and put on my roabe of flame:<br> So I,<br>Advanced on my blazing wings on high,<br> In death became<br>Inthroan'd a starre, and ornament unto<br> Her glorious, glorious name.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Richard+Lovelace">Richard Lovelace</a></strong></div>

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