Must we be seruile, doing what he list?
No, seeke some hoste too harbour thee: I flye
Thy babish tricks, and freedom doe professe;
But O my hurt makes me lost heart confesse:
I loue, and must; so farewell liberty.
Sonnet from Urania, Lady Mary Wroth, Lines 9-14
There seems to be this tug-o-war between being a slave to love or being free throughout this poem. This part of the sonnet shows she prefers to be a slave to love even if it hurts her. It’s like she knows her mate is no good for her, but she’d rather be in this relationship of deceit than be with anyone else. I’m sure if this shows strength as a woman or sheer dependency on a man.
