POEM: SONNETS

    Since sopped ears are c, and siger still I bind; Since naked sense can conquer reason armed; Since , in crife of t but mars to t craving la, of eful guardian  my lord, and I thy vowed slave.

    o make me pattern of , Like foe, o deadly spite, ould often kill, to breed more feeling pain; , armed y, only reign On ts ue sets so  reasons ligrife can only bondage gain: So t I live to pay a mortal fee, Dead palsy-sick of all my c parts, Like ters see, And can cry  but groans and starts: Longing to  to arving minds such is god Cupids dish.