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OF PETRARCH.
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And feels his dolent death beforeThe same by sentence come:
So was my state even at that time,My face such colour kept,As one drawn forth even of his graveWherein he long had slept.
In another passage he alludes to the Twelve Paladins; and also asks,
Where is he now, King Arthur, that At table round did sit?———
FROM
THE TARANTULA OF LOVE.
SONNET.
The day is done, the sun doth als declyne; Night now approaches, and the moon appears;The twinkling stars in firmament do shine, Deceiving with the pools their circled spheres: The birds to nests, wild beasts to dens reteres;The moving leaves unmoved now repose; Dew drops do fall, the portraits of my tears;