Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, NEVER TOO LATE: FRANCESCO'S SONNET, CALLED HIS PARTING BLOW, by ROBERT GREENE


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NEVER TOO LATE: FRANCESCO'S SONNET, CALLED HIS PARTING BLOW, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Reason, that long in prison of my will
Last Line: Subscribes to thee, and takes the better way.
Subject(s): Love; Repentance; Sin; Youth; Penitence


REASON, that long in prison of my will
Hast wept thy mistress' wants and loss of time,
Thy wonted siege of honour safely climb;
To thee I yield as guilty of mine ill.
Lo, fetter'd in their tears, mine eyes are prest
To pay due homage to their native guide:
My wretched heart, wounded with bad betide,
To crave his peace from reason is addrest.
My thoughts asham'd, since by themselves consum'd,
Have done their duty to repentant wit:
Asham'd of all, sweet guide, I sorry sit,
To see in youth how I too far presum'd.
Thus he whom love and error did betray,
Subscribes to thee, and takes the better way.





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