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Original text:
Sonnet 5
Of trauailes past oft when I thincking ame
of daies in sorrowes spent, of easles nights
as they wch shew deepe scars of bluddy fights
glory to me of my loues wounds I frame
Thus on my ruins doe I builde my fame
thus doe my miseries appeer delights
Til some new [blowes] hurts make my benommed sprites
feele that loues blowes, [is] are no so pleasant game
Then ful of paine my to fond wil I curse
and cry at her, as then a tigre wurse
and doe forsweare all bondage more to loue
Heauy wth greef til I mine eyes do heaue
unto her face, whence all ioies I receaue
and thinck all nothing, that for her I proue
1590s-1600s
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Contemporary text:
Sonnet 5
Of travails past oft when I thinking am,
of days in sorrows spent, of easless nights,
as they which shew deepe scars of bloody fights
glory to me of my love’s wounds I frame.
Thus on my ruins do I build my fame,
thus do my miseries appear delights,
Till some new hurts make my benombed sprits
feel that love’s blowes, are no so pleasant game.
Then full of pain, my too fond will I curse,
and cry at her, as then a tiger worse,
and do forswear all bondage more to love;
Heavy with grief till I mine eyes do heave
unto her face, whence all joys I receive,
and think all nothing, that for her I prove
1590s-1600s
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