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MISCELLANEOUS SONNETS.
HAWTHORNDEN, xi.]
F. 72 a.
Apostrophe.
XXII.
MEDITATION VPON VIRGIN
MARYES HATT.
Thow, Pallas, hathe thy helme chaingd in thy halt,
and hathe thy Sheeld transformed in thy breastes,
wheare louelye Cupids sucke, as thow begatt
these youngling boyes which in thy eyes makes feastes;
But as hehne Sheild ar chainged as thow plese, 5
and att thy pleasour yet resume thair Shaepe,
O might it plese the, Virgin Marye, ease
me of my wounds which Minerus lance maks gaepe.
Tritonia strong, thow brangleth in thy hands
these pearcing dartes which maks mybreaste to bleede, 10
and, cairles of my lyfe, at breache yet stands
for to redouble thy bloues with double speede.
o wishes vaine, whils to my hart
is deeplye fixt my Murther by thy dart!
Fairwell my Loue.
The words in italics are in red in the MS.
1. My Pallas hathe her helme chaingd in her halt; personal poems
changed throughout the poem.
7. Minerua Mary. 11. at barriers stand.
8. Pallas lance ; Maryes lance. 13. but oh ! o wishes vaine.

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