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 LXII.

Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine With rage of love, I called my love "unkind!" She in whose eyes love, though unfelt, doth shine Sweetly said, "That I, true love in her should find." I joyed; but straight thus watered was my wine. "That love she did, but loved a love not blind; Which would not let me, whom she loved, decline From nobler course, fit for my birth and mind: And therefore by her love's authority, Willed me, these tempests of vain love to fly; And anchor fast myself on Virtue's shore." Alas, if this the only metal be Of love new coined to help my beggary: Dear! love me not, that ye may love me more!

LXIII.

O Grammar rules! O now your virtues show! So children still read you with awful eyes; As my young Dove may in your precepts wise Her grant to me, by her own virtue know. For late, with heart most high, with eyes most low; I craved the thing which ever she denies: She lightning love, displaying VENUS' skies, Lest once should not be heard; said twice "No!" "No!" Sing then my Muse! now Io Paean sing! Heavens! envy not at my high triumphing; But Grammar's force with sweet success confirm! For Grammar says (O this dear STELLA'S "Nay!") For Grammar says (to Grammar, who says "Nay"?) "That in one speech, two negatives affirm."