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AMORETTI: 10, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Unrighteous lord of love, what law is this
Last Line: As she doth laugh at me, and makes my pain her sport.
Alternate Author Name(s): Clout, Colin
Subject(s): Prayer; Love Complaints

Unrighteous Lord of Love, what law is this,
That me thou makest thus tormented be,
The whiles she lordeth in licentious blisse
Of her freewill, scorning both thee and me?
See how the tyrannesse doth joy to see
The huge massacres which her eyes do make,
And humbled harts brings captive unto thee,
That thou of them mayst mightie vengeance take!
But her proud hart doe thou a little shake,
And that high look, with which she doth comptroll
All this worlds pride, bow to a baser make,
And al her faults in thy black booke enroll:
That I may laugh at her in equall sort
As she doth laugh at me, and makes my pain her sport.

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