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ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 62, by                 Poet Analysis     Poet's Biography
First Line: Late tired with woe, even ready for to pine
Last Line: Dear, love me not, that you may love me more.
Subject(s): Love; Stars


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,
Sweet 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 you may love me more.





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