Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, SONNET, by ETIENNE DE LA BOETIE

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First Line: Pardon, love! Pardon master and lord! I vow
Last Line: And bravely fought, and stoutly kept the field.

PARDON, Love! pardon master and lord! I vow
That of my voice, and verse, and future years,
My sobs, and sighs, my doleful cries, and fears,
Shall be no other cause, but only thou.

Alas! how vengeful fortune mocks me now!
Who late made love my mark for laugh and jeers.
Now ta'en, I yield; plain my defeat appears.
My freedom, too long kept, I disallow.

If for its sake thy conquest I delayed,
Use me no worse, thy fame thus greater made.
If thy first onset caused me not to yield,

Think that a conqueror valiant, noble, great,
More loves the captive who succumbs, though late,
And bravely fought, and stoutly kept the field.

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