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Poem by Alexander Montgomerie


Sonnet 57. On his Maistres. IV


Vha wald behold him vhom a god so grievis ?
Vhom he assaild, and dantond with his [dairt,]
Of vhom he freijis and inflams the hairt,
Vhais shame siclyk him gritest honour givis ?

Vha wald behald a jouth that nevir [leives,]
In vain, to folou the object of his smarte ?
Behold bot me, persaiv my painfull pairt,
And the archer that, but mercy, me misch[eivis.]

Thair sall he sie vhat Resone then [can do]
Against his bou, if once he mint bot to
Compell our hairts in bondage basse to be[ir,]
Jit sall he se me happiest appeir,

That in my hairt the amorous heid does [lie]
Vith poysond poynt, vhairof I glore [to die.]



Alexander Montgomerie


Alexander Montgomerie's other poems:
  1. The Cherrie and the Slae
  2. Sonnet 18. To the Lords of the Session. I
  3. Sonnet 30. Christen Lyndesay to Ro. Hudsone
  4. Sonnet 61. Of the Duleweid. III
  5. Sonnet 19. To the Lords of the Session. II


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