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173 wIldA morrIs Astrophel and Stella —a cento-sonnet Gone is the winter of my misery! Her grant to me by her own virtue know; My thought I speak, and what I speak doth flow Made manifest by such a victory. My tongue doth itch, my thoughts in labour be: The baiting place of wit, the balm of woe, I now have learned Love right, and learned even so Where truth itself must speak like flattery. stella, food of my thoughts, heart of my heart; no force, no fraud, robbed they of they delight, And love doth hold my hand and make me write. Thou art my Wit, and thou my Virtue art. While Love on me doth all his quiver spend My wit doth strive those passions to defend. ...

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