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xproject gutenbergxs the complete works of william shakespearex by william shakespeare
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titlex the complete works of william shakespeare
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authorx william shakespeare
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release datex january xxxx xebook xxxxx
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xxx start of this project gutenberg ebook the complete works of william shakespeare xxx
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the complete works of william shakespeare
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by william shakespeare
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contents
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the sonnets
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allxs well that ends well
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the tragedy of antony and cleopatra
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as you like it
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the comedy of errors
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the tragedy of coriolanus
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cymbeline
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the tragedy of hamletx prince of denmark
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the first part of king henry the fourth
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the second part of king henry the fourth
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the life of king henry the fifth
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the first part of henry the sixth
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the second part of king henry the sixth
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the third part of king henry the sixth
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king henry the eighth
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king john
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the tragedy of julius caesar
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the tragedy of king lear
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lovexs labourxs lost
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the tragedy of macbeth
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measure for measure
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the merchant of venice
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the merry wives of windsor
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a midsummer nightxs dream
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much ado about nothing
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the tragedy of othellox moor of venice
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periclesx prince of tyre
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king richard the second
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king richard the third
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the tragedy of romeo and juliet
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the taming of the shrew
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the tempest
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the life of timon of athens
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the tragedy of titus andronicus
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the history of troilus and cressida
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twelfth nightx orx what you will
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the two gentlemen of verona
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the two noble kinsmen
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the winterxs tale
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a loverxs complaint
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the passionate pilgrim
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the phoenix and the turtle
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the rape of lucrece
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venus and adonis
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the sonnets
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from fairest creatures we desire increasex
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that thereby beautyxs rose might never diex
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but as the riper should by time deceasex
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his tender heir might bear his memoryx
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but thou contracted to thine own bright eyesx
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feedxst thy lightxs flame with selfxsubstantial fuelx
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making a famine where abundance liesx
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thy self thy foex to thy sweet self too cruelx
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thou that art now the worldxs fresh ornamentx
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and only herald to the gaudy springx
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within thine own bud buriest thy contentx
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andx tender churlx makxst waste in niggardingx
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pity the worldx or else this glutton bex
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to eat the worldxs duex by the grave and theex
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when forty winters shall besiege thy browx
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and dig deep trenches in thy beautyxs fieldx
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thy youthxs proud livery so gazed on nowx
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will be a tattered weed of small worth heldx
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then being askedx where all thy beauty liesx
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where all the treasure of thy lusty daysx
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to sayx within thine own deep sunken eyesx
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were an allxeating shamex and thriftless praisex
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how much more praise deservxd thy beautyxs usex
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if thou couldst answer xthis fair child of mine
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shall sum my countx and make my old excusexx
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proving his beauty by succession thinex
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this were to be new made when thou art oldx
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and see thy blood warm when thou feelxst it coldx
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look in thy glass and tell the face thou viewestx
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now is the time that face should form anotherx
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whose fresh repair if now thou not renewestx
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thou dost beguile the worldx unbless some motherx
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for where is she so fair whose uneared womb
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disdains the tillage of thy husbandryx
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or who is he so fond will be the tomb
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of his selfxlove to stop posterityx
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thou art thy motherxs glass and she in thee
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calls back the lovely april of her primex
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so thou through windows of thine age shalt seex
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despite of wrinkles this thy golden timex
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but if thou live remembered not to bex
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die single and thine image dies with theex
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unthrifty loveliness why dost thou spendx
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upon thy self thy beautyxs legacyx
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naturexs bequest gives nothing but doth lendx
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and being frank she lends to those are freex
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then beauteous niggard why dost thou abusex
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the bounteous largess given thee to givex
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profitless usurer why dost thou use
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so great a sum of sums yet canst not livex
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for having traffic with thy self alonex
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thou of thy self thy sweet self dost deceivex
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then how when nature calls thee to be gonex
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what acceptable audit canst thou leavex
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thy unused beauty must be tombed with theex
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which used lives thx executor to bex
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those hours that with gentle work did frame
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the lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell
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will play the tyrants to the very samex
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and that unfair which fairly doth excelx
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for neverxresting time leads summer on
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to hideous winter and confounds him therex
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sap checked with frost and lusty leaves quite gonex
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beauty oxerxsnowed and bareness every wherex
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then were not summerxs distillation left
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a liquid prisoner pent in walls of glassx
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beautyxs effect with beauty were bereftx
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nor it nor no remembrance what it wasx
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but flowers distilled though they with winter meetx
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leese but their showx their substance still lives sweetx
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then let not winterxs ragged hand defacex
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in thee thy summer ere thou be distilledx
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make sweet some vialx treasure thou some placex
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with beautyxs treasure ere it be selfxkilledx
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that use is not forbidden usuryx
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which happies those that pay the willing loanx
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thatxs for thy self to breed another theex
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or ten times happier be it ten for onex
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ten times thy self were happier than thou artx
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if ten of thine ten times refigured theex
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then what could death do if thou shouldst departx
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leaving thee living in posterityx
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be not selfxwilled for thou art much too fairx
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to be deathxs conquest and make worms thine heirx
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lo in the orient when the gracious light
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lifts up his burning headx each under eye
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doth homage to his newxappearing sightx
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serving with looks his sacred majestyx
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and having climbed the steepxup heavenly hillx
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resembling strong youth in his middle agex
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yet mortal looks adore his beauty stillx
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attending on his golden pilgrimagex
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but when from highmost pitch with weary carx
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like feeble age he reeleth from the dayx
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the eyes xfore duteousx now converted are
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from his low tract and look another wayx
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so thoux thy self outxgoing in thy noonx
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unlooked on diest unless thou get a sonx
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music to hearx why hearxst thou music sadlyx
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sweets with sweets war notx joy delights in joyx
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why lovxst thou that which thou receivxst not gladlyx
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or else receivxst with pleasure thine annoyx
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if the true concord of wellxtuned soundsx
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by unions married do offend thine earx
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they do but sweetly chide theex who confounds
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in singleness the parts that thou shouldst bearx
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mark how one string sweet husband to anotherx
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strikes each in each by mutual orderingx
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resembling sirex and childx and happy motherx
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who all in onex one pleasing note do singx
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whose speechless song being manyx seeming onex
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sings this to theex xthou single wilt prove nonexx
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is it for fear to wet a widowxs eyex
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that thou consumxst thy self in single lifex
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ahx if thou issueless shalt hap to diex
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the world will wail thee like a makeless wifex
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the world will be thy widow and still weepx
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that thou no form of thee hast left behindx
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when every private widow well may keepx
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by childrenxs eyesx her husbandxs shape in mindx
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look what an unthrift in the world doth spend
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shifts but his placex for still the world enjoys itx
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but beautyxs waste hath in the world an endx
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and kept unused the user so destroys itx
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no love toward others in that bosom sits
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that on himself such murdxrous shame commitsx
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for shame deny that thou bearxst love to any
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who for thy self art so unprovidentx
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grant if thou wiltx thou art beloved of manyx
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but that thou none lovxst is most evidentx
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for thou art so possessed with murdxrous hatex
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that xgainst thy self thou stickxst not to conspirex
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seeking that beauteous roof to ruinate
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which to repair should be thy chief desirex
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o change thy thoughtx that i may change my mindx
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shall hate be fairer lodged than gentle lovex
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be as thy presence is gracious and kindx
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or to thy self at least kindxhearted provex
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make thee another self for love of mex
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that beauty still may live in thine or theex
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as fast as thou shalt wane so fast thou growxstx
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in one of thinex from that which thou departestx
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and that fresh blood which youngly thou bestowxstx
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thou mayst call thinex when thou from youth convertestx
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herein lives wisdomx beautyx and increasex
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without this follyx agex and cold decayx
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if all were minded sox the times should ceasex
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and threescore year would make the world awayx
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let those whom nature hath not made for storex
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harshx featurelessx and rudex barrenly perishx
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look whom she best endowedx she gave thee morex
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which bounteous gift thou shouldst in bounty cherishx
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she carved thee for her sealx and meant therebyx
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thou shouldst print morex not let that copy diex
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when i do count the clock that tells the timex
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and see the brave day sunk in hideous nightx
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when i behold the violet past primex
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and sable curls all silvered oxer with whitex
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when lofty trees i see barren of leavesx
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which erst from heat did canopy the herd
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and summerxs green all girded up in sheaves
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borne on the bier with white and bristly beardx
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then of thy beauty do i question make
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that thou among the wastes of time must gox
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since sweets and beauties do themselves forsakex
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and die as fast as they see others growx
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and nothing xgainst timexs scythe can make defence
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save breed to brave himx when he takes thee hencex
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o that you were your selfx but love you are
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no longer yoursx than you your self here livex
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against this coming end you should preparex
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and your sweet semblance to some other givex
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so should that beauty which you hold in lease
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find no determinationx then you were
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your self again after your selfxs deceasex
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when your sweet issue your sweet form should bearx
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who lets so fair a house fall to decayx
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which husbandry in honour might upholdx
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against the stormy gusts of winterxs day
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and barren rage of deathxs eternal coldx
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o none but unthriftsx dear my love you knowx
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you had a fatherx let your son say sox
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not from the stars do i my judgement pluckx
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and yet methinks i have astronomyx
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but not to tell of goodx or evil luckx
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of plaguesx of dearthsx or seasonsx qualityx
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nor can i fortune to brief minutes tellx
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pointing to each his thunderx rain and windx
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or say with princes if it shall go well
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by oft predict that i in heaven findx
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but from thine eyes my knowledge i derivex
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and constant stars in them i read such art
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as truth and beauty shall together thrive
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if from thy selfx to store thou wouldst convertx
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or else of thee this i prognosticatex
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thy end is truthxs and beautyxs doom and datex
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when i consider every thing that grows
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holds in perfection but a little momentx
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that this huge stage presenteth nought but shows
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whereon the stars in secret influence commentx
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when i perceive that men as plants increasex
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cheered and checked even by the selfxsame skyx
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vaunt in their youthful sapx at height decreasex
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and wear their brave state out of memoryx
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then the conceit of this inconstant stayx
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sets you most rich in youth before my sightx
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where wasteful time debateth with decay
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to change your day of youth to sullied nightx
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and all in war with time for love of youx
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as he takes from youx i engraft you newx
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but wherefore do not you a mightier way
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make war upon this bloody tyrant timex
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and fortify your self in your decay
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with means more blessed than my barren rhymex
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now stand you on the top of happy hoursx
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and many maiden gardens yet unsetx
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with virtuous wish would bear you living flowersx
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much liker than your painted counterfeitx
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so should the lines of life that life repair
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which this xtimexs pencilx or my pupil pen
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neither in inward worth nor outward fair
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can make you live your self in eyes of menx
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to give away your selfx keeps your self stillx
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and you must live drawn by your own sweet skillx
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who will believe my verse in time to come
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if it were filled with your most high desertsx
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though yet heaven knows it is but as a tomb
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which hides your lifex and shows not half your partsx
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if i could write the beauty of your eyesx
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and in fresh numbers number all your gracesx
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the age to come would say this poet liesx
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such heavenly touches nexer touched earthly facesx
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so should my papers xyellowed with their agex
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be scornedx like old men of less truth than tonguex
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and your true rights be termed a poetxs ragex
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and stretched metre of an antique songx
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but were some child of yours alive that timex
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you should live twice in itx and in my rhymex
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shall i compare thee to a summerxs dayx
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thou art more lovely and more temperatex
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rough winds do shake the darling buds of mayx
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and summerxs lease hath all too short a datex
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sometime too hot the eye of heaven shinesx
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and often is his gold complexion dimmedx
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and every fair from fair sometime declinesx
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by chancex or naturexs changing course untrimmedx
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but thy eternal summer shall not fadex
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nor lose possession of that fair thou owxstx
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nor shall death brag thou wandxrest in his shadex
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when in eternal lines to time thou growxstx
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so long as men can breathe or eyes can seex
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so long lives thisx and this gives life to theex
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devouring time blunt thou the lionxs pawsx
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and make the earth devour her own sweet broodx
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pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tigerxs jawsx
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and burn the longxlived phoenixx in her bloodx
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make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleetxstx
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and do whatexer thou wilt swiftxfooted time
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to the wide world and all her fading sweetsx
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but i forbid thee one most heinous crimex
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o carve not with thy hours my lovexs fair browx
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nor draw no lines there with thine antique penx
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him in thy course untainted do allowx
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for beautyxs pattern to succeeding menx
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yet do thy worst old timex despite thy wrongx
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my love shall in my verse ever live youngx
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a womanxs face with naturexs own hand paintedx
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hast thou the master mistress of my passionx
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a womanxs gentle heart but not acquainted
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with shifting change as is false womenxs fashionx
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an eye more bright than theirsx less false in rollingx
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gilding the object whereupon it gazethx
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a man in hue all hues in his controllingx
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which steals menxs eyes and womenxs souls amazethx
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and for a woman wert thou first createdx
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till nature as she wrought thee fell axdotingx
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and by addition me of thee defeatedx
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by adding one thing to my purpose nothingx
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but since she pricked thee out for womenxs pleasurex
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mine be thy love and thy lovexs use their treasurex
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so is it not with me as with that musex
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stirred by a painted beauty to his versex
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who heaven it self for ornament doth usex
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and every fair with his fair doth rehearsex
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making a couplement of proud compare
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with sun and moonx with earth and seaxs rich gemsx
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with aprilxs firstxborn flowers and all things rarex
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that heavenxs air in this huge rondure hemsx
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o let me true in love but truly writex
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and then believe mex my love is as fairx
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as any motherxs childx though not so bright
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as those gold candles fixed in heavenxs airx
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let them say more that like of hearsay wellx
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i will not praise that purpose not to sellx
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my glass shall not persuade me i am oldx
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so long as youth and thou are of one datex
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but when in thee timexs furrows i beholdx
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then look i death my days should expiatex
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for all that beauty that doth cover theex
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is but the seemly raiment of my heartx
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which in thy breast doth livex as thine in mex
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how can i then be elder than thou artx
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o therefore love be of thyself so waryx
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as i not for my selfx but for thee willx
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bearing thy heart which i will keep so chary
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as tender nurse her babe from faring illx
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presume not on thy heart when mine is slainx
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thou gavxst me thine not to give back againx
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as an unperfect actor on the stagex
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who with his fear is put beside his partx
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or some fierce thing replete with too much ragex
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whose strengthxs abundance weakens his own heartx
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so i for fear of trustx forget to sayx
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the perfect ceremony of lovexs ritex
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and in mine own lovexs strength seem to decayx
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oxercharged with burthen of mine own lovexs mightx
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o let my looks be then the eloquencex
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and dumb presagers of my speaking breastx
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who plead for lovex and look for recompensex
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more than that tongue that more hath more expressedx
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o learn to read what silent love hath writx
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to hear with eyes belongs to lovexs fine witx
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mine eye hath played the painter and hath stelledx
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thy beautyxs form in table of my heartx
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my body is the frame wherein xtis heldx
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and perspective it is best painterxs artx
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for through the painter must you see his skillx
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to find where your true image pictured liesx
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which in my bosomxs shop is hanging stillx
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that hath his windows glazed with thine eyesx
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now see what good turns eyes for eyes have donex
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mine eyes have drawn thy shapex and thine for me
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are windows to my breastx wherexthrough the sun
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delights to peepx to gaze therein on theex
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yet eyes this cunning want to grace their artx
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they draw but what they seex know not the heartx
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xx
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let those who are in favour with their starsx
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of public honour and proud titles boastx
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whilst i whom fortune of such triumph bars
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unlooked for joy in that i honour mostx
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great princesx favourites their fair leaves spreadx
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but as the marigold at the sunxs eyex
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and in themselves their pride lies buriedx
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for at a frown they in their glory diex
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the painful warrior famoused for fightx
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after a thousand victories once foiledx
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is from the book of honour razed quitex
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and all the rest forgot for which he toiledx
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then happy i that love and am beloved
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where i may not remove nor be removedx
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xx
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lord of my lovex to whom in vassalage
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thy merit hath my duty strongly knitx
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to thee i send this written embassage
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to witness dutyx not to show my witx
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duty so greatx which wit so poor as mine
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may make seem barex in wanting words to show itx
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but that i hope some good conceit of thine
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in thy soulxs thought xall nakedx will bestow itx
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till whatsoever star that guides my movingx
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points on me graciously with fair aspectx
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and puts apparel on my tattered lovingx
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to show me worthy of thy sweet respectx
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then may i dare to boast how i do love theex
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till thenx not show my head where thou mayst prove mex
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xx
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weary with toilx i haste me to my bedx
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the dear respose for limbs with travel tiredx
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but then begins a journey in my head
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to work my mindx when bodyxs workxs expiredx
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for then my thoughts xfrom far where i abidex
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intend a zealous pilgrimage to theex
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and keep my drooping eyelids open widex
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looking on darkness which the blind do seex
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save that my soulxs imaginary sight
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presents thy shadow to my sightless viewx
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which like a jewel xhung in ghastly nightx
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makes black night beauteousx and her old face newx
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lo thus by day my limbsx by night my mindx
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for theex and for my selfx no quiet findx
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xx
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how can i then return in happy plight
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that am debarred the benefit of restx
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when dayxs oppression is not eased by nightx
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but day by night and night by day oppressedx
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and each xthough enemies to eitherxs reignx
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do in consent shake hands to torture mex
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the one by toilx the other to complain
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how far i toilx still farther off from theex
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i tell the day to please him thou art brightx
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and dost him grace when clouds do blot the heavenx
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so flatter i the swartxcomplexioned nightx
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when sparkling stars twire not thou gildxst the evenx
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but day doth daily draw my sorrows longerx
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and night doth nightly make griefxs length seem stronger
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xx
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when in disgrace with fortune and menxs eyesx
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i all alone beweep my outcast statex
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and trouble deaf heaven with my bootless criesx
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and look upon my self and curse my fatex
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wishing me like to one more rich in hopex
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featured like himx like him with friends possessedx
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desiring this manxs artx and that manxs scopex
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with what i most enjoy contented leastx
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yet in these thoughts my self almost despisingx
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haply i think on theex and then my statex
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xlike to the lark at break of day arising
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from sullen earthx sings hymns at heavenxs gatex
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for thy sweet love remembered such wealth bringsx
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that then i scorn to change my state with kingsx
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xx
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when to the sessions of sweet silent thoughtx
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i summon up remembrance of things pastx
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i sigh the lack of many a thing i soughtx
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and with old woes new wail my dear timexs wastex
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then can i drown an eye xunused to flowx
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for precious friends hid in deathxs dateless nightx
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and weep afresh lovexs long since cancelled woex
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and moan thx expense of many a vanished sightx
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then can i grieve at grievances foregonex
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and heavily from woe to woe tell oxer
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the sad account of forexbemoaned moanx
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which i new pay as if not paid beforex
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but if the while i think on thee xdear friendx
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all losses are restoredx and sorrows endx
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xx
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thy bosom is endeared with all heartsx
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which i by lacking have supposed deadx
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and there reigns love and all lovexs loving partsx
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and all those friends which i thought buriedx
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how many a holy and obsequious tear
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hath dear religious love stolxn from mine eyex
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as interest of the deadx which now appearx
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but things removed that hidden in thee liex
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thou art the grave where buried love doth livex
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hung with the trophies of my lovers gonex
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who all their parts of me to thee did givex
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that due of manyx now is thine alonex
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their images i lovedx i view in theex
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and thou xall theyx hast all the all of mex
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xx
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if thou survive my wellxcontented dayx
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when that churl death my bones with dust shall cover
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and shalt by fortune once more rexsurvey
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these poor rude lines of thy deceased loverx
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compare them with the bettxring of the timex
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and though they be outstripped by every penx
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reserve them for my lovex not for their rhymex
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exceeded by the height of happier menx
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o then vouchsafe me but this loving thoughtx
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xhad my friendxs muse grown with this growing agex
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a dearer birth than this his love had brought
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to march in ranks of better equipagex
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but since he died and poets better provex
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theirs for their style ixll readx his for his lovexx
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xx
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full many a glorious morning have i seenx
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flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eyex
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kissing with golden face the meadows greenx
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gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemyx
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anon permit the basest clouds to ridex
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with ugly rack on his celestial facex
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and from the forlorn world his visage hide
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stealing unseen to west with this disgracex
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even so my sun one early morn did shinex
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with all triumphant splendour on my browx
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but out alackx he was but one hour minex
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the region cloud hath masked him from me nowx
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yet him for thisx my love no whit disdainethx
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suns of the world may stainx when heavenxs sun stainethx
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xx
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why didst thou promise such a beauteous dayx
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and make me travel forth without my cloakx
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to let base clouds oxertake me in my wayx
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hiding thy bravxry in their rotten smokex
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xtis not enough that through the cloud thou breakx
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to dry the rain on my stormxbeaten facex
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for no man well of such a salve can speakx
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that heals the woundx and cures not the disgracex
|
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nor can thy shame give physic to my griefx
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though thou repentx yet i have still the lossx
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thx offenderxs sorrow lends but weak relief
|
|
to him that bears the strong offencexs crossx
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ah but those tears are pearl which thy love shedsx
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and they are richx and ransom all ill deedsx
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xx
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no more be grieved at that which thou hast donex
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roses have thornsx and silver fountains mudx
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clouds and eclipses stain both moon and sunx
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and loathsome canker lives in sweetest budx
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all men make faultsx and even i in thisx
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authorizing thy trespass with comparex
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my self corrupting salving thy amissx
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excusing thy sins more than thy sins arex
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for to thy sensual fault i bring in sensex
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thy adverse party is thy advocatex
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and xgainst my self a lawful plea commencex
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such civil war is in my love and hatex
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that i an accessary needs must bex
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to that sweet thief which sourly robs from mex
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xx
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let me confess that we two must be twainx
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although our undivided loves are onex
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so shall those blots that do with me remainx
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without thy helpx by me be borne alonex
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in our two loves there is but one respectx
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though in our lives a separable spitex
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which though it alter not lovexs sole effectx
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yet doth it steal sweet hours from lovexs delightx
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i may not evermore acknowledge theex
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lest my bewailed guilt should do thee shamex
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nor thou with public kindness honour mex
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unless thou take that honour from thy namex
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but do not sox i love thee in such sortx
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as thou being minex mine is thy good reportx
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xx
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as a decrepit father takes delightx
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to see his active child do deeds of youthx
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so ix made lame by fortunexs dearest spite
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take all my comfort of thy worth and truthx
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for whether beautyx birthx or wealthx or witx
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or any of these allx or allx or more
|
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entitled in thy partsx do crowned sitx
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i make my love engrafted to this storex
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so then i am not lamex poorx nor despisedx
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whilst that this shadow doth such substance givex
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that i in thy abundance am sufficedx
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and by a part of all thy glory livex
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look what is bestx that best i wish in theex
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this wish i havex then ten times happy mex
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xx
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how can my muse want subject to invent
|
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while thou dost breathe that pourxst into my versex
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thine own sweet argumentx too excellentx
|
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for every vulgar paper to rehearsex
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o give thy self the thanks if aught in mex
|
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worthy perusal stand against thy sightx
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for whoxs so dumb that cannot write to theex
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when thou thy self dost give invention lightx
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be thou the tenth musex ten times more in worth
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than those old nine which rhymers invocatex
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and he that calls on theex let him bring forth
|
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eternal numbers to outlive long datex
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if my slight muse do please these curious daysx
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the pain be minex but thine shall be the praisex
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xx
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o how thy worth with manners may i singx
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when thou art all the better part of mex
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what can mine own praise to mine own self bringx
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and what isxt but mine own when i praise theex
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even for thisx let us divided livex
|
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and our dear love lose name of single onex
|
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that by this separation i may givex
|
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that due to thee which thou deservxst alonex
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o absence what a torment wouldst thou provex
|
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were it not thy sour leisure gave sweet leavex
|
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to entertain the time with thoughts of lovex
|
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which time and thoughts so sweetly doth deceivex
|
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and that thou teachest how to make one twainx
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by praising him here who doth hence remainx
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xx
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take all my lovesx my lovex yea take them allx
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what hast thou then more than thou hadst beforex
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no lovex my lovex that thou mayst true love callx
|
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all mine was thinex before thou hadst this morex
|
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then if for my lovex thou my love receivestx
|
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i cannot blame theex for my love thou usestx
|
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but yet be blamedx if thou thy self deceivest
|
|
by wilful taste of what thy self refusestx
|
|
i do forgive thy robbery gentle thief
|
|
although thou steal thee all my povertyx
|
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and yet love knows it is a greater grief
|
|
to bear greater wrongx than hatexs known injuryx
|
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lascivious gracex in whom all ill well showsx
|
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kill me with spites yet we must not be foesx
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xx
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those pretty wrongs that liberty commitsx
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when i am sometime absent from thy heartx
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thy beautyx and thy years full well befitsx
|
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for still temptation follows where thou artx
|
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gentle thou artx and therefore to be wonx
|
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beauteous thou artx therefore to be assailedx
|
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and when a woman woosx what womanxs sonx
|
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will sourly leave her till he have prevailedx
|
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ay mex but yet thou mightst my seat forbearx
|
|
and chide thy beautyx and thy straying youthx
|
|
who lead thee in their riot even there
|
|
where thou art forced to break a twofold truthx
|
|
hers by thy beauty tempting her to theex
|
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thine by thy beauty being false to mex
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xx
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that thou hast her it is not all my griefx
|
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and yet it may be said i loved her dearlyx
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that she hath thee is of my wailing chiefx
|
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a loss in love that touches me more nearlyx
|
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loving offenders thus i will excuse yex
|
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thou dost love herx because thou knowxst i love herx
|
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and for my sake even so doth she abuse mex
|
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suffxring my friend for my sake to approve herx
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if i lose theex my loss is my lovexs gainx
|
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and losing herx my friend hath found that lossx
|
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both find each otherx and i lose both twainx
|
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and both for my sake lay on me this crossx
|
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but herexs the joyx my friend and i are onex
|
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sweet flatteryx then she loves but me alonex
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xx
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when most i wink then do mine eyes best seex
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for all the day they view things unrespectedx
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but when i sleepx in dreams they look on theex
|
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and darkly brightx are bright in dark directedx
|
|
then thou whose shadow shadows doth make bright
|
|
how would thy shadowxs formx form happy showx
|
|
to the clear day with thy much clearer lightx
|
|
when to unseeing eyes thy shade shines sox
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how would xi sayx mine eyes be blessed madex
|
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by looking on thee in the living dayx
|
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when in dead night thy fair imperfect shadex
|
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through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stayx
|
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all days are nights to see till i see theex
|
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and nights bright days when dreams do show thee mex
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xx
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if the dull substance of my flesh were thoughtx
|
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injurious distance should not stop my wayx
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for then despite of space i would be broughtx
|
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from limits far remotex where thou dost stayx
|
|
no matter then although my foot did stand
|
|
upon the farthest earth removed from theex
|
|
for nimble thought can jump both sea and landx
|
|
as soon as think the place where he would bex
|
|
but ahx thought kills me that i am not thought
|
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to leap large lengths of miles when thou art gonex
|
|
but that so much of earth and water wroughtx
|
|
i must attendx timexs leisure with my moanx
|
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receiving nought by elements so slowx
|
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but heavy tearsx badges of eitherxs woex
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xx
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the other twox slight airx and purging firex
|
|
are both with theex wherever i abidex
|
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the first my thoughtx the other my desirex
|
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these presentxabsent with swift motion slidex
|
|
for when these quicker elements are gone
|
|
in tender embassy of love to theex
|
|
my life being made of fourx with two alonex
|
|
sinks down to deathx oppressed with melancholyx
|
|
until lifexs composition be recuredx
|
|
by those swift messengers returned from theex
|
|
who even but now come back again assuredx
|
|
of thy fair healthx recounting it to mex
|
|
this toldx i joyx but then no longer gladx
|
|
i send them back again and straight grow sadx
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xx
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mine eye and heart are at a mortal warx
|
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how to divide the conquest of thy sightx
|
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mine eyex my heart thy picturexs sight would barx
|
|
my heartx mine eye the freedom of that rightx
|
|
my heart doth plead that thou in him dost liex
|
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xa closet never pierced with crystal eyesx
|
|
but the defendant doth that plea denyx
|
|
and says in him thy fair appearance liesx
|
|
to side this title is impanelled
|
|
a quest of thoughtsx all tenants to the heartx
|
|
and by their verdict is determined
|
|
the clear eyexs moietyx and the dear heartxs partx
|
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as thusx mine eyexs due is thy outward partx
|
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and my heartxs rightx thy inward love of heartx
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xx
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betwixt mine eye and heart a league is tookx
|
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and each doth good turns now unto the otherx
|
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when that mine eye is famished for a lookx
|
|
or heart in love with sighs himself doth smotherx
|
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with my lovexs picture then my eye doth feastx
|
|
and to the painted banquet bids my heartx
|
|
another time mine eye is my heartxs guestx
|
|
and in his thoughts of love doth share a partx
|
|
so either by thy picture or my lovex
|
|
thy self awayx art present still with mex
|
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for thou not farther than my thoughts canst movex
|
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and i am still with themx and they with theex
|
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or if they sleepx thy picture in my sight
|
|
awakes my heartx to heartxs and eyexs delightx
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xx
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how careful was i when i took my wayx
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each trifle under truest bars to thrustx
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that to my use it might unused stay
|
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from hands of falsehoodx in sure wards of trustx
|
|
but thoux to whom my jewels trifles arex
|
|
most worthy comfortx now my greatest griefx
|
|
thou best of dearestx and mine only carex
|
|
art left the prey of every vulgar thiefx
|
|
thee have i not locked up in any chestx
|
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save where thou art notx though i feel thou artx
|
|
within the gentle closure of my breastx
|
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from whence at pleasure thou mayst come and partx
|
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and even thence thou wilt be stolxn i fearx
|
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for truth proves thievish for a prize so dearx
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xx
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against that time xif ever that time comex
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when i shall see thee frown on my defectsx
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when as thy love hath cast his utmost sumx
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called to that audit by advised respectsx
|
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against that time when thou shalt strangely passx
|
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and scarcely greet me with that sun thine eyex
|
|
when love converted from the thing it was
|
|
shall reasons find of settled gravityx
|
|
against that time do i ensconce me here
|
|
within the knowledge of mine own desertx
|
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and this my handx against my self uprearx
|
|
to guard the lawful reasons on thy partx
|
|
to leave poor mex thou hast the strength of lawsx
|
|
since why to lovex i can allege no causex
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xx
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how heavy do i journey on the wayx
|
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when what i seek xmy weary travelxs endx
|
|
doth teach that case and that repose to say
|
|
xthus far the miles are measured from thy friendxx
|
|
the beast that bears mex tired with my woex
|
|
plods dully onx to bear that weight in mex
|
|
as if by some instinct the wretch did know
|
|
his rider loved not speed being made from theex
|
|
the bloody spur cannot provoke him onx
|
|
that sometimes anger thrusts into his hidex
|
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which heavily he answers with a groanx
|
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more sharp to me than spurring to his sidex
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for that same groan doth put this in my mindx
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my grief lies onward and my joy behindx
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xx
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thus can my love excuse the slow offencex
|
|
of my dull bearerx when from thee i speedx
|
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from where thou artx why should i haste me thencex
|
|
till i return of posting is no needx
|
|
o what excuse will my poor beast then findx
|
|
when swift extremity can seem but slowx
|
|
then should i spur though mounted on the windx
|
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in winged speed no motion shall i knowx
|
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then can no horse with my desire keep pacex
|
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therefore desire xof perfectxst love being madex
|
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shall neigh xno dull fleshx in his fiery racex
|
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but lovex for lovex thus shall excuse my jadex
|
|
since from thee goingx he went wilfulxslowx
|
|
towards thee ixll runx and give him leave to gox
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xx
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so am i as the rich whose blessed keyx
|
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can bring him to his sweet upxlocked treasurex
|
|
the which he will not every hour surveyx
|
|
for blunting the fine point of seldom pleasurex
|
|
therefore are feasts so solemn and so rarex
|
|
since seldom coming in that long year setx
|
|
like stones of worth they thinly placed arex
|
|
or captain jewels in the carcanetx
|
|
so is the time that keeps you as my chest
|
|
or as the wardrobe which the robe doth hidex
|
|
to make some special instant specialxblestx
|
|
by new unfolding his imprisoned pridex
|
|
blessed are you whose worthiness gives scopex
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being had to triumphx being lacked to hopex
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what is your substancex whereof are you madex
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that millions of strange shadows on you tendx
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since every onex hath every onex one shadex
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and you but onex can every shadow lendx
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describe adonis and the counterfeitx
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is poorly imitated after youx
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on helenxs cheek all art of beauty setx
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and you in grecian tires are painted newx
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speak of the springx and foison of the yearx
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the one doth shadow of your beauty showx
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the other as your bounty doth appearx
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and you in every blessed shape we knowx
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in all external grace you have some partx
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but you like nonex none you for constant heartx
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o how much more doth beauty beauteous seemx
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by that sweet ornament which truth doth givex
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the rose looks fairx but fairer we it deem
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for that sweet odourx which doth in it livex
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the canker blooms have full as deep a dyex
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as the perfumed tincture of the rosesx
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hang on such thornsx and play as wantonlyx
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when summerxs breath their masked buds disclosesx
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but for their virtue only is their showx
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they live unwooedx and unrespected fadex
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die to themselvesx sweet roses do not sox
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of their sweet deathsx are sweetest odours madex
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and so of youx beauteous and lovely youthx
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when that shall fadex my verse distills your truthx
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not marblex nor the gilded monuments
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of princes shall outlive this powerful rhymex
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but you shall shine more bright in these contents
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than unswept stonex besmeared with sluttish timex
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when wasteful war shall statues overturnx
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and broils root out the work of masonryx
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nor mars his swordx nor warxs quick fire shall burnx
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the living record of your memoryx
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xgainst deathx and allxoblivious enmity
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shall you pace forthx your praise shall still find roomx
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even in the eyes of all posterity
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that wear this world out to the ending doomx
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so till the judgment that your self arisex
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you live in thisx and dwell in loversx eyesx
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xx
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sweet love renew thy forcex be it not said
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thy edge should blunter be than appetitex
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which but toxday by feeding is allayedx
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toxmorrow sharpened in his former mightx
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so love be thoux although toxday thou fill
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thy hungry eyesx even till they wink with fulnessx
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toxmorrow see againx and do not kill
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the spirit of lovex with a perpetual dulnessx
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let this sad interim like the ocean be
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which parts the shorex where two contracted newx
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come daily to the banksx that when they seex
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return of lovex more blest may be the viewx
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or call it winterx which being full of carex
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makes summerxs welcomex thrice more wishedx more rarex
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being your slave what should i do but tendx
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upon the hoursx and times of your desirex
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i have no precious time at all to spendx
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nor services to do till you requirex
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nor dare i chide the worldxwithoutxend hourx
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whilst i xmy sovereignx watch the clock for youx
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nor think the bitterness of absence sourx
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when you have bid your servant once adieux
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nor dare i question with my jealous thoughtx
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where you may bex or your affairs supposex
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but like a sad slave stay and think of nought
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save where you arex how happy you make thosex
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so true a fool is lovex that in your willx
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xthough you do any thingx he thinks no illx
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that god forbidx that made me first your slavex
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i should in thought control your times of pleasurex
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or at your hand thx account of hours to cravex
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being your vassal bound to stay your leisurex
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o let me suffer xbeing at your beckx
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thx imprisoned absence of your libertyx
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and patience tame to sufferance bide each checkx
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without accusing you of injuryx
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be where you listx your charter is so strongx
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that you your self may privilage your time
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to what you willx to you it doth belongx
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your self to pardon of selfxdoing crimex
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i am to waitx though waiting so be hellx
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not blame your pleasure be it ill or wellx
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xx
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if there be nothing newx but that which isx
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hath been beforex how are our brains beguiledx
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which labouring for invention bear amis
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the second burthen of a former childx
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o that record could with a backward lookx
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even of five hundred courses of the sunx
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show me your image in some antique bookx
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since mind at first in character was donex
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that i might see what the old world could sayx
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to this composed wonder of your framex
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whether we are mendedx or whether better theyx
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or whether revolution be the samex
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o sure i am the wits of former daysx
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to subjects worse have given admiring praisex
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xx
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like as the waves make towards the pebbled shorex
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so do our minutes hasten to their endx
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each changing place with that which goes beforex
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in sequent toil all forwards do contendx
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nativity once in the main of lightx
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crawls to maturityx wherewith being crownedx
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crooked eclipses xgainst his glory fightx
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and time that gavex doth now his gift confoundx
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time doth transfix the flourish set on youthx
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and delves the parallels in beautyxs browx
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feeds on the rarities of naturexs truthx
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and nothing stands but for his scythe to mowx
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and yet to times in hopex my verse shall stand
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praising thy worthx despite his cruel handx
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xx
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is it thy willx thy image should keep open
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my heavy eyelids to the weary nightx
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dost thou desire my slumbers should be brokenx
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while shadows like to thee do mock my sightx
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is it thy spirit that thou sendxst from thee
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so far from home into my deeds to pryx
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to find out shames and idle hours in mex
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the scope and tenure of thy jealousyx
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o nox thy love though muchx is not so greatx
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it is my love that keeps mine eye awakex
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mine own true love that doth my rest defeatx
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to play the watchman ever for thy sakex
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for thee watch ix whilst thou dost wake elsewherex
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from me far offx with others all too nearx
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xx
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sin of selfxlove possesseth all mine eyex
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and all my soulx and all my every partx
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and for this sin there is no remedyx
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it is so grounded inward in my heartx
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methinks no face so gracious is as minex
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no shape so truex no truth of such accountx
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and for my self mine own worth do definex
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as i all other in all worths surmountx
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but when my glass shows me my self indeed
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beated and chopt with tanned antiquityx
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mine own selfxlove quite contrary i readx
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selfx so selfxloving were iniquityx
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xtis thee xmy selfx that for my self i praisex
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painting my age with beauty of thy daysx
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xx
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against my love shall be as i am now
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with timexs injurious hand crushed and oxerwornx
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when hours have drained his blood and filled his brow
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with lines and wrinklesx when his youthful morn
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hath travelled on to agexs steepy nightx
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and all those beauties whereof now hexs king
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are vanishingx or vanished out of sightx
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stealing away the treasure of his springx
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for such a time do i now fortify
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against confounding agexs cruel knifex
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that he shall never cut from memory
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my sweet lovexs beautyx though my loverxs lifex
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his beauty shall in these black lines be seenx
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and they shall livex and he in them still greenx
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xx
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when i have seen by timexs fell hand defaced
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the richxproud cost of outworn buried agex
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when sometime lofty towers i see downxrasedx
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and brass eternal slave to mortal ragex
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when i have seen the hungry ocean gain
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advantage on the kingdom of the shorex
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and the firm soil win of the watery mainx
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increasing store with lossx and loss with storex
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when i have seen such interchange of statex
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or state it self confoundedx to decayx
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ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate
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that time will come and take my love awayx
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this thought is as a death which cannot choose
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but weep to havex that which it fears to losex
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xx
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since brassx nor stonex nor earthx nor boundless seax
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but sad mortality oxersways their powerx
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how with this rage shall beauty hold a pleax
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whose action is no stronger than a flowerx
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o how shall summerxs honey breath hold outx
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against the wrackful siege of battxring daysx
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when rocks impregnable are not so stoutx
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nor gates of steel so strong but time decaysx
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o fearful meditationx where alackx
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shall timexs best jewel from timexs chest lie hidx
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or what strong hand can hold his swift foot backx
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or who his spoil of beauty can forbidx
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o nonex unless this miracle have mightx
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that in black ink my love may still shine brightx
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xx
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tired with all these for restful death i cryx
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as to behold desert a beggar bornx
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and needy nothing trimmed in jollityx
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and purest faith unhappily forswornx
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and gilded honour shamefully misplacedx
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and maiden virtue rudely strumpetedx
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and right perfection wrongfully disgracedx
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and strength by limping sway disabled
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and art made tonguextied by authorityx
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and folly xdoctorxlikex controlling skillx
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and simple truth miscalled simplicityx
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and captive good attending captain illx
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tired with all thesex from these would i be gonex
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save that to diex i leave my love alonex
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xx
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ah wherefore with infection should he livex
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and with his presence grace impietyx
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that sin by him advantage should achievex
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and lace it self with his societyx
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why should false painting imitate his cheekx
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and steal dead seeming of his living huex
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why should poor beauty indirectly seekx
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roses of shadowx since his rose is truex
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why should he livex now nature bankrupt isx
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beggared of blood to blush through lively veinsx
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for she hath no exchequer now but hisx
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and proud of manyx lives upon his gainsx
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o him she storesx to show what wealth she hadx
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in days long sincex before these last so badx
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xx
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thus is his cheek the map of days outwornx
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when beauty lived and died as flowers do nowx
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before these bastard signs of fair were bornx
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or durst inhabit on a living browx
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before the golden tresses of the deadx
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the right of sepulchresx were shorn awayx
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to live a second life on second headx
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ere beautyxs dead fleece made another gayx
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in him those holy antique hours are seenx
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without all ornamentx it self and truex
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making no summer of anotherxs greenx
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robbing no old to dress his beauty newx
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and him as for a map doth nature storex
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to show false art what beauty was of yorex
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xx
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those parts of thee that the worldxs eye doth viewx
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want nothing that the thought of hearts can mendx
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all tongues xthe voice of soulsx give thee that duex
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uttering bare truthx even so as foes commendx
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thy outward thus with outward praise is crownedx
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but those same tongues that give thee so thine ownx
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in other accents do this praise confound
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by seeing farther than the eye hath shownx
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they look into the beauty of thy mindx
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and that in guess they measure by thy deedsx
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then churls their thoughts xalthough their eyes were kindx
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to thy fair flower add the rank smell of weedsx
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but why thy odour matcheth not thy showx
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the soil is thisx that thou dost common growx
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xx
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that thou art blamed shall not be thy defectx
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for slanderxs mark was ever yet the fairx
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the ornament of beauty is suspectx
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a crow that flies in heavenxs sweetest airx
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so thou be goodx slander doth but approvex
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thy worth the greater being wooed of timex
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for canker vice the sweetest buds doth lovex
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and thou presentxst a pure unstained primex
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thou hast passed by the ambush of young daysx
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either not assailedx or victor being chargedx
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yet this thy praise cannot be so thy praisex
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to tie up envyx evermore enlargedx
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if some suspect of ill masked not thy showx
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then thou alone kingdoms of hearts shouldst owex
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xx
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no longer mourn for me when i am deadx
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than you shall hear the surly sullen bell
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give warning to the world that i am fled
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from this vile world with vilest worms to dwellx
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nay if you read this linex remember notx
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the hand that writ itx for i love you sox
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that i in your sweet thoughts would be forgotx
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if thinking on me then should make you woex
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o if xi sayx you look upon this versex
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when i xperhapsx compounded am with clayx
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do not so much as my poor name rehearsex
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but let your love even with my life decayx
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lest the wise world should look into your moanx
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and mock you with me after i am gonex
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xx
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o lest the world should task you to recitex
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what merit lived in me that you should love
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after my death xdear lovex forget me quitex
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for you in me can nothing worthy provex
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unless you would devise some virtuous liex
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to do more for me than mine own desertx
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and hang more praise upon deceased ix
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than niggard truth would willingly impartx
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o lest your true love may seem false in thisx
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that you for love speak well of me untruex
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my name be buried where my body isx
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and live no more to shame nor mex nor youx
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for i am shamed by that which i bring forthx
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and so should youx to love things nothing worthx
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xx
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that time of year thou mayst in me beholdx
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when yellow leavesx or nonex or few do hang
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upon those boughs which shake against the coldx
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bare ruined choirsx where late the sweet birds sangx
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in me thou seest the twilight of such dayx
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as after sunset fadeth in the westx
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which by and by black night doth take awayx
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deathxs second self that seals up all in restx
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in me thou seest the glowing of such firex
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that on the ashes of his youth doth liex
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as the deathxbedx whereon it must expirex
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consumed with that which it was nourished byx
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this thou perceivxstx which makes thy love more strongx
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to love that wellx which thou must leave ere longx
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xx
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but be contented when that fell arrestx
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without all bail shall carry me awayx
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my life hath in this line some interestx
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which for memorial still with thee shall stayx
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when thou reviewest thisx thou dost reviewx
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the very part was consecrate to theex
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the earth can have but earthx which is his duex
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my spirit is thine the better part of mex
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so then thou hast but lost the dregs of lifex
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the prey of wormsx my body being deadx
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the coward conquest of a wretchxs knifex
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too base of thee to be rememberedx
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the worth of thatx is that which it containsx
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and that is thisx and this with thee remainsx
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xx
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so are you to my thoughts as food to lifex
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or as sweetxseasoned showers are to the groundx
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and for the peace of you i hold such strife
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as xtwixt a miser and his wealth is foundx
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now proud as an enjoyerx and anon
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doubting the filching age will steal his treasurex
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now counting best to be with you alonex
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then bettered that the world may see my pleasurex
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sometime all full with feasting on your sightx
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and by and by clean starved for a lookx
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possessing or pursuing no delight
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save what is hadx or must from you be tookx
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thus do i pine and surfeit day by dayx
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or gluttoning on allx or all awayx
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xx
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why is my verse so barren of new pridex
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so far from variation or quick changex
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why with the time do i not glance aside
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to newxfound methodsx and to compounds strangex
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why write i still all onex ever the samex
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and keep invention in a noted weedx
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that every word doth almost tell my namex
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showing their birthx and where they did proceedx
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o know sweet love i always write of youx
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and you and love are still my argumentx
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so all my best is dressing old words newx
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spending again what is already spentx
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for as the sun is daily new and oldx
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so is my love still telling what is toldx
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xx
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thy glass will show thee how thy beauties wearx
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thy dial how thy precious minutes wastex
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these vacant leaves thy mindxs imprint will bearx
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and of this bookx this learning mayst thou tastex
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the wrinkles which thy glass will truly showx
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of mouthed graves will give thee memoryx
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thou by thy dialxs shady stealth mayst knowx
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timexs thievish progress to eternityx
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look what thy memory cannot containx
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commit to these waste blanksx and thou shalt find
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those children nursedx delivered from thy brainx
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to take a new acquaintance of thy mindx
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these officesx so oft as thou wilt lookx
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shall profit theex and much enrich thy bookx
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xx
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so oft have i invoked thee for my musex
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and found such fair assistance in my versex
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as every alien pen hath got my usex
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and under thee their poesy dispersex
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thine eyesx that taught the dumb on high to singx
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and heavy ignorance aloft to flyx
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have added feathers to the learnedxs wingx
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and given grace a double majestyx
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yet be most proud of that which i compilex
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whose influence is thinex and born of theex
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in othersx works thou dost but mend the stylex
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and arts with thy sweet graces graced bex
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but thou art all my artx and dost advance
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as high as learningx my rude ignorancex
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xx
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whilst i alone did call upon thy aidx
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my verse alone had all thy gentle gracex
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but now my gracious numbers are decayedx
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and my sick muse doth give an other placex
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i grant xsweet lovex thy lovely argument
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deserves the travail of a worthier penx
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yet what of thee thy poet doth inventx
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he robs thee ofx and pays it thee againx
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he lends thee virtuex and he stole that wordx
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from thy behaviourx beauty doth he give
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and found it in thy cheekx he can afford
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no praise to theex but what in thee doth livex
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then thank him not for that which he doth sayx
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since what he owes theex thou thy self dost payx
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xx
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o how i faint when i of you do writex
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knowing a better spirit doth use your namex
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and in the praise thereof spends all his mightx
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to make me tonguextied speaking of your famex
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but since your worth xwide as the ocean isx
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the humble as the proudest sail doth bearx
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my saucy bark xinferior far to hisx
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on your broad main doth wilfully appearx
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your shallowest help will hold me up afloatx
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whilst he upon your soundless deep doth ridex
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or xbeing wreckedx i am a worthless boatx
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he of tall buildingx and of goodly pridex
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then if he thrive and i be cast awayx
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the worst was thisx my love was my decayx
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xx
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or i shall live your epitaph to makex
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or you survive when i in earth am rottenx
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from hence your memory death cannot takex
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although in me each part will be forgottenx
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your name from hence immortal life shall havex
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though i xonce gonex to all the world must diex
|
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the earth can yield me but a common gravex
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when you entombed in menxs eyes shall liex
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your monument shall be my gentle versex
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which eyes not yet created shall oxerxreadx
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and tongues to bex your being shall rehearsex
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when all the breathers of this world are deadx
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you still shall live xsuch virtue hath my penx
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where breath most breathesx even in the mouths of menx
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xx
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i grant thou wert not married to my musex
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and therefore mayst without attaint oxerlook
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the dedicated words which writers use
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of their fair subjectx blessing every bookx
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thou art as fair in knowledge as in huex
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finding thy worth a limit past my praisex
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and therefore art enforced to seek anewx
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some fresher stamp of the timexbettering daysx
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and do so lovex yet when they have devisedx
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what strained touches rhetoric can lendx
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thou truly fairx wert truly sympathizedx
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in true plain wordsx by thy truextelling friendx
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and their gross painting might be better usedx
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where cheeks need bloodx in thee it is abusedx
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xx
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i never saw that you did painting needx
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and therefore to your fair no painting setx
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i found xor thought i foundx you did exceedx
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that barren tender of a poetxs debtx
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and therefore have i slept in your reportx
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that you your self being extant well might showx
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how far a modern quill doth come too shortx
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speaking of worthx what worth in you doth growx
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this silence for my sin you did imputex
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which shall be most my glory being dumbx
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for i impair not beauty being mutex
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when others would give lifex and bring a tombx
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there lives more life in one of your fair eyesx
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than both your poets can in praise devisex
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xx
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who is it that says mostx which can say morex
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than this rich praisex that you alonex are youx
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in whose confine immured is the storex
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which should example where your equal grewx
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lean penury within that pen doth dwellx
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that to his subject lends not some small gloryx
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but he that writes of youx if he can tellx
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that you are youx so dignifies his storyx
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let him but copy what in you is writx
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not making worse what nature made so clearx
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and such a counterpart shall fame his witx
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making his style admired every wherex
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you to your beauteous blessings add a cursex
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being fond on praisex which makes your praises worsex
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xx
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my tonguextied muse in manners holds her stillx
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while comments of your praise richly compiledx
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reserve their character with golden quillx
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and precious phrase by all the muses filedx
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i think good thoughtsx whilst other write good wordsx
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and like unlettered clerk still cry amenx
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to every hymn that able spirit affordsx
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in polished form of well refined penx
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hearing you praisedx i say xtis sox xtis truex
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and to the most of praise add something morex
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but that is in my thoughtx whose love to you
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xthough words come hindmostx holds his rank beforex
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then othersx for the breath of words respectx
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me for my dumb thoughtsx speaking in effectx
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xx
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was it the proud full sail of his great versex
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bound for the prize of xall too preciousx youx
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that did my ripe thoughts in my brain inhearsex
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making their tomb the womb wherein they grewx
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was it his spiritx by spirits taught to writex
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above a mortal pitchx that struck me deadx
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nox neither hex nor his compeers by night
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giving him aidx my verse astonishedx
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he nor that affable familiar ghost
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which nightly gulls him with intelligencex
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as victors of my silence cannot boastx
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i was not sick of any fear from thencex
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but when your countenance filled up his linex
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then lacked i matterx that enfeebled minex
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xx
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farewellx thou art too dear for my possessingx
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and like enough thou knowxst thy estimatex
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the charter of thy worth gives thee releasingx
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my bonds in thee are all determinatex
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for how do i hold thee but by thy grantingx
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and for that riches where is my deservingx
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the cause of this fair gift in me is wantingx
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and so my patent back again is swervingx
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thy self thou gavxstx thy own worth then not knowingx
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or me to whom thou gavxst itx else mistakingx
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so thy great gift upon misprision growingx
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comes home againx on better judgement makingx
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thus have i had thee as a dream doth flatterx
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in sleep a kingx but waking no such matterx
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xx
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when thou shalt be disposed to set me lightx
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and place my merit in the eye of scornx
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upon thy sidex against my self ixll fightx
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and prove thee virtuousx though thou art forswornx
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with mine own weakness being best acquaintedx
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upon thy part i can set down a story
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of faults concealedx wherein i am attaintedx
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that thou in losing mex shalt win much gloryx
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and i by this will be a gainer toox
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for bending all my loving thoughts on theex
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the injuries that to my self i dox
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doing thee vantagex doublexvantage mex
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such is my lovex to thee i so belongx
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that for thy rightx my self will bear all wrongx
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xx
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say that thou didst forsake me for some faultx
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and i will comment upon that offencex
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speak of my lamenessx and i straight will haltx
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against thy reasons making no defencex
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thou canst not xlovex disgrace me half so illx
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to set a form upon desired changex
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as ixll my self disgracex knowing thy willx
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i will acquaintance strangle and look strangex
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be absent from thy walks and in my tonguex
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thy sweet beloved name no more shall dwellx
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lest i xtoo much profanex should do it wronkx
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and haply of our old acquaintance tellx
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for theex against my self ixll vow debatex
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for i must nexer love him whom thou dost hatex
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xx
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then hate me when thou wiltx if everx nowx
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now while the world is bent my deeds to crossx
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join with the spite of fortunex make me bowx
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and do not drop in for an afterxlossx
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ah do notx when my heart hath xscaped this sorrowx
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come in the rearward of a conquered woex
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give not a windy night a rainy morrowx
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to linger out a purposed overthrowx
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if thou wilt leave mex do not leave me lastx
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when other petty griefs have done their spitex
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but in the onset comex so shall i taste
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at first the very worst of fortunexs mightx
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and other strains of woex which now seem woex
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compared with loss of theex will not seem sox
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xx
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some glory in their birthx some in their skillx
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some in their wealthx some in their bodyxs forcex
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some in their garments though newxfangled illx
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some in their hawks and houndsx some in their horsex
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and every humour hath his adjunct pleasurex
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wherein it finds a joy above the restx
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but these particulars are not my measurex
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all these i better in one general bestx
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thy love is better than high birth to mex
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richer than wealthx prouder than garmentsx costsx
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of more delight than hawks and horses bex
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and having theex of all menxs pride i boastx
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wretched in this alonex that thou mayst takex
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all this awayx and me most wretchcd makex
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xx
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but do thy worst to steal thy self awayx
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for term of life thou art assured minex
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and life no longer than thy love will stayx
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for it depends upon that love of thinex
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then need i not to fear the worst of wrongsx
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when in the least of them my life hath endx
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i seex a better state to me belongs
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than thatx which on thy humour doth dependx
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thou canst not vex me with inconstant mindx
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since that my life on thy revolt doth liex
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o what a happy title do i findx
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happy to have thy lovex happy to diex
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but whatxs so blessedxfair that fears no blotx
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thou mayst be falsex and yet i know it notx
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xx
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so shall i livex supposing thou art truex
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like a deceived husbandx so lovexs facex
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may still seem love to mex though altered newx
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thy looks with mex thy heart in other placex
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for there can live no hatred in thine eyex
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therefore in that i cannot know thy changex
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in manyxs looksx the false heartxs history
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is writ in moods and frowns and wrinkles strangex
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but heaven in thy creation did decreex
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that in thy face sweet love should ever dwellx
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whatexer thy thoughtsx or thy heartxs workings bex
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thy looks should nothing thencex but sweetness tellx
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how like evexs apple doth thy beauty growx
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if thy sweet virtue answer not thy showx
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xx
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they that have power to hurtx and will do nonex
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that do not do the thingx they most do showx
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who moving othersx are themselves as stonex
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unmovedx coldx and to temptation slowx
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they rightly do inherit heavenxs gracesx
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and husband naturexs riches from expensex
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tibey are the lords and owners of their facesx
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othersx but stewards of their excellencex
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the summerxs flower is to the summer sweetx
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though to it selfx it only live and diex
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but if that flower with base infection meetx
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the basest weed outbraves his dignityx
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for sweetest things turn sourest by their deedsx
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lilies that festerx smell far worse than weedsx
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xx
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how sweet and lovely dost thou make the shamex
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which like a canker in the fragrant rosex
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doth spot the beauty of thy budding namex
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o in what sweets dost thou thy sins enclosex
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that tongue that tells the story of thy daysx
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xmaking lascivious comments on thy sportx
|
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cannot dispraisex but in a kind of praisex
|
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naming thy namex blesses an ill reportx
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o what a mansion have those vices gotx
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which for their habitation chose out theex
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where beautyxs veil doth cover every blotx
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and all things turns to fairx that eyes can seex
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take heed xdear heartx of this large privilegex
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the hardest knife illxused doth lose his edgex
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xx
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some say thy fault is youthx some wantonnessx
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some say thy grace is youth and gentle sportx
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both grace and faults are loved of more and lessx
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thou makxst faults gracesx that to thee resortx
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as on the finger of a throned queenx
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the basest jewel will be well esteemedx
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so are those errors that in thee are seenx
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to truths translatedx and for true things deemedx
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how many lambs might the stern wolf betrayx
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if like a lamb he could his looks translatex
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how many gazers mightst thou lead awayx
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if thou wouldst use the strength of all thy statex
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but do not sox i love thee in such sortx
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as thou being minex mine is thy good reportx
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xx
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how like a winter hath my absence been
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from theex the pleasure of the fleeting yearx
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what freezings have i feltx what dark days seenx
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what old decemberxs bareness everywherex
|
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and yet this time removed was summerxs timex
|
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the teeming autumn big with rich increasex
|
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bearing the wanton burden of the primex
|
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like widowed wombs after their lordsx deceasex
|
|
yet this abundant issue seemed to me
|
|
but hope of orphansx and unfathered fruitx
|
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for summer and his pleasures wait on theex
|
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and thou awayx the very birds are mutex
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or if they singx xtis with so dull a cheerx
|
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that leaves look palex dreading the winterxs nearx
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xx
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from you have i been absent in the springx
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when proudxpied april xdressed in all his trimx
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hath put a spirit of youth in every thingx
|
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that heavy saturn laughed and leaped with himx
|
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yet nor the lays of birdsx nor the sweet smell
|
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of different flowers in odour and in huex
|
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could make me any summerxs story tellx
|
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or from their proud lap pluck them where they grewx
|
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nor did i wonder at the lilyxs whitex
|
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nor praise the deep vermilion in the rosex
|
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they were but sweetx but figures of delightx
|
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drawn after youx you pattern of all thosex
|
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yet seemed it winter stillx and you awayx
|
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as with your shadow i with these did playx
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xx
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the forward violet thus did i chidex
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sweet thiefx whence didst thou steal thy sweet that smellsx
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if not from my lovexs breathx the purple pride
|
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which on thy soft check for complexion dwellsx
|
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in my lovexs veins thou hast too grossly dyedx
|
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the lily i condemned for thy handx
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and buds of marjoram had stolxn thy hairx
|
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the roses fearfully on thorns did standx
|
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one blushing shamex another white despairx
|
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a third nor redx nor whitex had stolxn of bothx
|
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and to his robbery had annexed thy breathx
|
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but for his theft in pride of all his growth
|
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a vengeful canker eat him up to deathx
|
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more flowers i notedx yet i none could seex
|
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but sweetx or colour it had stolxn from theex
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xxx
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where art thou muse that thou forgetxst so longx
|
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to speak of that which gives thee all thy mightx
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spendxst thou thy fury on some worthless songx
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darkening thy power to lend base subjects lightx
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return forgetful musex and straight redeemx
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in gentle numbers time so idly spentx
|
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sing to the ear that doth thy lays esteemx
|
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and gives thy pen both skill and argumentx
|
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rise resty musex my lovexs sweet face surveyx
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if time have any wrinkle graven therex
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if anyx be a satire to decayx
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and make timexs spoils despised everywherex
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give my love fame faster than time wastes lifex
|
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so thou preventxst his scythex and crooked knifex
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xxx
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o truant muse what shall be thy amendsx
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for thy neglect of truth in beauty dyedx
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both truth and beauty on my love dependsx
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so dost thou toox and therein dignifiedx
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make answer musex wilt thou not haply sayx
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xtruth needs no colour with his colour fixedx
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beauty no pencilx beautyxs truth to layx
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but best is bestx if never intermixedxx
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because he needs no praisex wilt thou be dumbx
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excuse not silence sox forxt lies in theex
|
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to make him much outlive a gilded tombx
|
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and to be praised of ages yet to bex
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then do thy office musex i teach thee howx
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to make him seem long hencex as he shows nowx
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xxx
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my love is strengthened though more weak in seemingx
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i love not lessx though less the show appearx
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that love is merchandizedx whose rich esteemingx
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the ownerxs tongue doth publish every wherex
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our love was newx and then but in the springx
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when i was wont to greet it with my laysx
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as philomel in summerxs front doth singx
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and stops her pipe in growth of riper daysx
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not that the summer is less pleasant now
|
|
than when her mournful hymns did hush the nightx
|
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but that wild music burthens every boughx
|
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and sweets grown common lose their dear delightx
|
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therefore like herx i sometime hold my tonguex
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because i would not dull you with my songx
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xxx
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alack what poverty my muse brings forthx
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that having such a scope to show her pridex
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the argument all bare is of more worth
|
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than when it hath my added praise besidex
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o blame me not if i no more can writex
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look in your glass and there appears a facex
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that overxgoes my blunt invention quitex
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dulling my linesx and doing me disgracex
|
|
were it not sinful then striving to mendx
|
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to mar the subject that before was wellx
|
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for to no other pass my verses tendx
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than of your graces and your gifts to tellx
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and morex much more than in my verse can sitx
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your own glass shows youx when you look in itx
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xxx
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to me fair friend you never can be oldx
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for as you were when first your eye i eyedx
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such seems your beauty stillx three winters coldx
|
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have from the forests shook three summersx pridex
|
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three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turnedx
|
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in process of the seasons have i seenx
|
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three april perfumes in three hot junes burnedx
|
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since first i saw you fresh which yet are greenx
|
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ah yet doth beauty like a dial handx
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steal from his figurex and no pace perceivedx
|
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so your sweet huex which methinks still doth stand
|
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hath motionx and mine eye may be deceivedx
|
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for fear of whichx hear this thou age unbredx
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ere you were born was beautyxs summer deadx
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xxx
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let not my love be called idolatryx
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nor my beloved as an idol showx
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since all alike my songs and praises be
|
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to onex of onex still suchx and ever sox
|
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kind is my love toxdayx toxmorrow kindx
|
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still constant in a wondrous excellencex
|
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therefore my verse to constancy confinedx
|
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one thing expressingx leaves out differencex
|
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fairx kindx and truex is all my argumentx
|
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fairx kindx and truex varying to other wordsx
|
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and in this change is my invention spentx
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three themes in onex which wondrous scope affordsx
|
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fairx kindx and truex have often lived alonex
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which three till nowx never kept seat in onex
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xxx
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when in the chronicle of wasted timex
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i see descriptions of the fairest wightsx
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and beauty making beautiful old rhymex
|
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in praise of ladies deadx and lovely knightsx
|
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then in the blazon of sweet beautyxs bestx
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of handx of footx of lipx of eyex of browx
|
|
i see their antique pen would have expressedx
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even such a beauty as you master nowx
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so all their praises are but prophecies
|
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of this our timex all you prefiguringx
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and for they looked but with divining eyesx
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they had not skill enough your worth to singx
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for we which now behold these present daysx
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have eyes to wonderx but lack tongues to praisex
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xxx
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not mine own fearsx nor the prophetic soulx
|
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of the wide worldx dreaming on things to comex
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can yet the lease of my true love controlx
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supposed as forfeit to a confined doomx
|
|
the mortal moon hath her eclipse enduredx
|
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and the sad augurs mock their own presagex
|
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incertainties now crown themselves assuredx
|
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and peace proclaims olives of endless agex
|
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now with the drops of this most balmy timex
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my love looks freshx and death to me subscribesx
|
|
since spite of him ixll live in this poor rhymex
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while he insults oxer dull and speechless tribesx
|
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and thou in this shalt find thy monumentx
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when tyrantsx crests and tombs of brass are spentx
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xxx
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whatxs in the brain that ink may characterx
|
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which hath not figured to thee my true spiritx
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whatxs new to speakx what now to registerx
|
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that may express my lovex or thy dear meritx
|
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nothing sweet boyx but yet like prayers divinex
|
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i must each day say oxer the very samex
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counting no old thing oldx thou minex i thinex
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even as when first i hallowed thy fair namex
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so that eternal love in lovexs fresh casex
|
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weighs not the dust and injury of agex
|
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nor gives to necessary wrinkles placex
|
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but makes antiquity for aye his pagex
|
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finding the first conceit of love there bredx
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where time and outward form would show it deadx
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xxx
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o never say that i was false of heartx
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though absence seemed my flame to qualifyx
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as easy might i from my self departx
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as from my soul which in thy breast doth liex
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that is my home of lovex if i have rangedx
|
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like him that travels i return againx
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just to the timex not with the time exchangedx
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so that my self bring water for my stainx
|
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never believe though in my nature reignedx
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all frailties that besiege all kinds of bloodx
|
|
that it could so preposterously be stainedx
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to leave for nothing all thy sum of goodx
|
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for nothing this wide universe i callx
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save thou my rosex in it thou art my allx
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xxx
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alas xtis truex i have gone here and therex
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and made my self a motley to the viewx
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gored mine own thoughtsx sold cheap what is most dearx
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made old offences of affections newx
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most true it isx that i have looked on truth
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askance and strangelyx but by all abovex
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these blenches gave my heart another youthx
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and worse essays proved thee my best of lovex
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now all is donex have what shall have no endx
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mine appetite i never more will grind
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on newer proofx to try an older friendx
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a god in lovex to whom i am confinedx
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then give me welcomex next my heaven the bestx
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even to thy pure and most most loving breastx
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xxx
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o for my sake do you with fortune chidex
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the guilty goddess of my harmful deedsx
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that did not better for my life providex
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than public means which public manners breedsx
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thence comes it that my name receives a brandx
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and almost thence my nature is subdued
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to what it works inx like the dyerxs handx
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pity me thenx and wish i were renewedx
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whilst like a willing patient i will drinkx
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potions of eisel xgainst my strong infectionx
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no bitterness that i will bitter thinkx
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nor double penance to correct correctionx
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pity me then dear friendx and i assure yex
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even that your pity is enough to cure mex
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xxx
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your love and pity doth thx impression fillx
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which vulgar scandal stamped upon my browx
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for what care i who calls me well or illx
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so you oxerxgreen my badx my good allowx
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you are my all the worldx and i must strivex
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to know my shames and praises from your tonguex
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none else to mex nor i to none alivex
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that my steeled sense or changes right or wrongx
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in so profound abysm i throw all care
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of othersx voicesx that my adderxs sensex
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to critic and to flatterer stopped arex
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mark how with my neglect i do dispensex
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you are so strongly in my purpose bredx
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that all the world besides methinks are deadx
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xxx
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since i left youx mine eye is in my mindx
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and that which governs me to go aboutx
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doth part his functionx and is partly blindx
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seems seeingx but effectually is outx
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for it no form delivers to the heart
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of birdx of flowerx or shape which it doth latchx
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of his quick objects hath the mind no partx
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nor his own vision holds what it doth catchx
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for if it see the rudxst or gentlest sightx
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the most sweet favour or deformedxst creaturex
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the mountainx or the seax the dayx or nightx
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the crowx or dovex it shapes them to your featurex
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incapable of morex replete with youx
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my most true mind thus maketh mine untruex
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xxx
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or whether doth my mind being crowned with you
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drink up the monarchxs plague this flatteryx
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or whether shall i say mine eye saith truex
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and that your love taught it this alchemyx
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to make of monstersx and things indigestx
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such cherubins as your sweet self resemblex
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creating every bad a perfect best
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as fast as objects to his beams assemblex
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o xtis the firstx xtis flattery in my seeingx
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and my great mind most kingly drinks it upx
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mine eye well knows what with his gust is xgreeingx
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and to his palate doth prepare the cupx
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if it be poisonedx xtis the lesser sinx
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that mine eye loves it and doth first beginx
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xxx
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those lines that i before have writ do liex
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even those that said i could not love you dearerx
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yet then my judgment knew no reason whyx
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my most full flame should afterwards burn clearerx
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but reckoning timex whose millioned accidents
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creep in xtwixt vowsx and change decrees of kingsx
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tan sacred beautyx blunt the sharpxst intentsx
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divert strong minds to the course of altxring thingsx
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alas why fearing of timexs tyrannyx
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might i not then say xnow i love you bestxx
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when i was certain oxer incertaintyx
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crowning the presentx doubting of the restx
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love is a babex then might i not say so
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to give full growth to that which still doth growx
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xxx
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let me not to the marriage of true minds
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admit impedimentsx love is not love
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which alters when it alteration findsx
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or bends with the remover to removex
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o nox it is an everxfixed mark
|
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that looks on tempests and is never shakenx
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it is the star to every wandxring barkx
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whose worthxs unknownx although his height be takenx
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lovexs not timexs foolx though rosy lips and cheeks
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within his bending sicklexs compass comex
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love alters not with his brief hours and weeksx
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but bears it out even to the edge of doomx
|
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if this be error and upon me provedx
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i never writx nor no man ever lovedx
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xxx
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accuse me thusx that i have scanted allx
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wherein i should your great deserts repayx
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forgot upon your dearest love to callx
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whereto all bonds do tie me day by dayx
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that i have frequent been with unknown mindsx
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and given to time your own dearxpurchased rightx
|
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that i have hoisted sail to all the winds
|
|
which should transport me farthest from your sightx
|
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book both my wilfulness and errors downx
|
|
and on just proof surmisex accumulatex
|
|
bring me within the level of your frownx
|
|
but shoot not at me in your wakened hatex
|
|
since my appeal says i did strive to prove
|
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the constancy and virtue of your lovex
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xxx
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like as to make our appetite more keen
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with eager compounds we our palate urgex
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as to prevent our maladies unseenx
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we sicken to shun sickness when we purgex
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even so being full of your nexerxcloying sweetnessx
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to bitter sauces did i frame my feedingx
|
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and sick of welfare found a kind of meetnessx
|
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to be diseased ere that there was true needingx
|
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thus policy in love tx anticipate
|
|
the ills that were notx grew to faults assuredx
|
|
and brought to medicine a healthful state
|
|
which rank of goodness would by ill be curedx
|
|
but thence i learn and find the lesson truex
|
|
drugs poison him that so feil sick of youx
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xxx
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what potions have i drunk of siren tears
|
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distilled from limbecks foul as hell withinx
|
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applying fears to hopesx and hopes to fearsx
|
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still losing when i saw my self to winx
|
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what wretched errors hath my heart committedx
|
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whilst it hath thought it self so blessed neverx
|
|
how have mine eyes out of their spheres been fitted
|
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in the distraction of this madding feverx
|
|
o benefit of illx now i find true
|
|
that better isx by evil still made betterx
|
|
and ruined love when it is built anew
|
|
grows fairer than at firstx more strongx far greaterx
|
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so i return rebuked to my contentx
|
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and gain by ills thrice more than i have spentx
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xxx
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that you were once unkind befriends me nowx
|
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and for that sorrowx which i then did feelx
|
|
needs must i under my transgression bowx
|
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unless my nerves were brass or hammered steelx
|
|
for if you were by my unkindness shaken
|
|
as i by yoursx yxhave passed a hell of timex
|
|
and i a tyrant have no leisure taken
|
|
to weigh how once i suffered in your crimex
|
|
o that our night of woe might have remembered
|
|
my deepest sensex how hard true sorrow hitsx
|
|
and soon to youx as you to me then tendered
|
|
the humble salvex which wounded bosoms fitsx
|
|
but that your trespass now becomes a feex
|
|
mine ransoms yoursx and yours must ransom mex
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xxx
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xtis better to be vile than vile esteemedx
|
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when not to bex receives reproach of beingx
|
|
and the just pleasure lostx which is so deemedx
|
|
not by our feelingx but by othersx seeingx
|
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for why should othersx false adulterate eyes
|
|
give salutation to my sportive bloodx
|
|
or on my frailties why are frailer spiesx
|
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which in their wills count bad what i think goodx
|
|
nox i am that i amx and they that level
|
|
at my abusesx reckon up their ownx
|
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i may be straight though they themselves be bevelx
|
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by their rank thoughtsx my deeds must not be shown
|
|
unless this general evil they maintainx
|
|
all men are bad and in their badness reignx
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xxx
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thy giftx thy tablesx are within my brain
|
|
full charactered with lasting memoryx
|
|
which shall above that idle rank remain
|
|
beyond all date even to eternityx
|
|
or at the leastx so long as brain and heart
|
|
have faculty by nature to subsistx
|
|
till each to razed oblivion yield his part
|
|
of theex thy record never can be missedx
|
|
that poor retention could not so much holdx
|
|
nor need i tallies thy dear love to scorex
|
|
therefore to give them from me was i boldx
|
|
to trust those tables that receive thee morex
|
|
to keep an adjunct to remember thee
|
|
were to import forgetfulness in mex
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xxx
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nox timex thou shalt not boast that i do changex
|
|
thy pyramids built up with newer might
|
|
to me are nothing novelx nothing strangex
|
|
they are but dressings of a former sightx
|
|
our dates are briefx and therefore we admirex
|
|
what thou dost foist upon us that is oldx
|
|
and rather make them born to our desirex
|
|
than think that we before have heard them toldx
|
|
thy registers and thee i both defyx
|
|
not wondxring at the presentx nor the pastx
|
|
for thy recordsx and what we see doth liex
|
|
made more or less by thy continual hastex
|
|
this i do vow and this shall ever bex
|
|
i will be true despite thy scythe and theex
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xxx
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if my dear love were but the child of statex
|
|
it might for fortunexs bastard be unfatheredx
|
|
as subject to timexs love or to timexs hatex
|
|
weeds among weedsx or flowers with flowers gatheredx
|
|
no it was builded far from accidentx
|
|
it suffers not in smiling pompx nor falls
|
|
under the blow of thralled discontentx
|
|
whereto thx inviting time our fashion callsx
|
|
it fears not policy that hereticx
|
|
which works on leases of shortxnumbered hoursx
|
|
but all alone stands hugely politicx
|
|
that it nor grows with heatx nor drowns with showersx
|
|
to this i witness call the fools of timex
|
|
which die for goodnessx who have lived for crimex
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xxx
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werext aught to me i bore the canopyx
|
|
with my extern the outward honouringx
|
|
or laid great bases for eternityx
|
|
which proves more short than waste or ruiningx
|
|
have i not seen dwellers on form and favour
|
|
lose allx and more by paying too much rent
|
|
for compound sweetx forgoing simple savourx
|
|
pitiful thrivers in their gazing spentx
|
|
nox let me be obsequious in thy heartx
|
|
and take thou my oblationx poor but freex
|
|
which is not mixed with secondsx knows no artx
|
|
but mutual renderx only me for theex
|
|
hencex thou suborned informerx a true soul
|
|
when most impeachedx stands least in thy controlx
|
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xxx
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o thou my lovely boy who in thy powerx
|
|
dost hold timexs fickle glass his fickle hourx
|
|
who hast by waning grownx and therein showxstx
|
|
thy lovers witheringx as thy sweet self growxstx
|
|
if nature xsovereign mistress over wrackx
|
|
as thou goest onwards still will pluck thee backx
|
|
she keeps thee to this purposex that her skill
|
|
may time disgracex and wretched minutes killx
|
|
yet fear her o thou minion of her pleasurex
|
|
she may detainx but not still keep her treasurex
|
|
her audit xthough delayedx answered must bex
|
|
and her quietus is to render theex
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xxx
|
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in the old age black was not counted fairx
|
|
or if it were it bore not beautyxs namex
|
|
but now is black beautyxs successive heirx
|
|
and beauty slandered with a bastard shamex
|
|
for since each hand hath put on naturexs powerx
|
|
fairing the foul with artxs false borrowed facex
|
|
sweet beauty hath no name no holy bowerx
|
|
but is profanedx if not lives in disgracex
|
|
therefore my mistressx eyes are raven blackx
|
|
her eyes so suitedx and they mourners seemx
|
|
at such who not born fair no beauty lackx
|
|
slandering creation with a false esteemx
|
|
yet so they mourn becoming of their woex
|
|
that every tongue says beauty should look sox
|
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xxx
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how oft when thoux my musicx music playxstx
|
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upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
|
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with thy sweet fingers when thou gently swayxst
|
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the wiry concord that mine ear confoundsx
|
|
do i envy those jacks that nimble leapx
|
|
to kiss the tender inward of thy handx
|
|
whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reapx
|
|
at the woodxs boldness by thee blushing standx
|
|
to be so tickled they would change their state
|
|
and situation with those dancing chipsx
|
|
oxer whom thy fingers walk with gentle gaitx
|
|
making dead wood more blest than living lipsx
|
|
since saucy jacks so happy are in thisx
|
|
give them thy fingersx me thy lips to kissx
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xxx
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thx expense of spirit in a waste of shame
|
|
is lust in actionx and till actionx lust
|
|
is perjuredx murdxrousx bloody full of blamex
|
|
savagex extremex rudex cruelx not to trustx
|
|
enjoyed no sooner but despised straightx
|
|
past reason huntedx and no sooner had
|
|
past reason hated as a swallowed baitx
|
|
on purpose laid to make the taker madx
|
|
mad in pursuit and in possession sox
|
|
hadx havingx and in questx to have extremex
|
|
a bliss in proof and provedx a very woex
|
|
before a joy proposed behind a dreamx
|
|
all this the world well knows yet none knows wellx
|
|
to shun the heaven that leads men to this hellx
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xxx
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my mistressx eyes are nothing like the sunx
|
|
coral is far more redx than her lips redx
|
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if snow be whitex why then her breasts are dunx
|
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if hairs be wiresx black wires grow on her headx
|
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i have seen roses damaskedx red and whitex
|
|
but no such roses see i in her cheeksx
|
|
and in some perfumes is there more delightx
|
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than in the breath that from my mistress reeksx
|
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i love to hear her speakx yet well i knowx
|
|
that music hath a far more pleasing soundx
|
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i grant i never saw a goddess gox
|
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my mistress when she walks treads on the groundx
|
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and yet by heaven i think my love as rarex
|
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as any she belied with false comparex
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xxx
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thou art as tyrannousx so as thou artx
|
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as those whose beauties proudly make them cruelx
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|
for well thou knowxst to my dear doting heart
|
|
thou art the fairest and most precious jewelx
|
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yet in good faith some say that thee beholdx
|
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thy face hath not the power to make love groanx
|
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to say they errx i dare not be so boldx
|
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although i swear it to my self alonex
|
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and to be sure that is not false i swearx
|
|
a thousand groans but thinking on thy facex
|
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one on anotherxs neck do witness bear
|
|
thy black is fairest in my judgmentxs placex
|
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in nothing art thou black save in thy deedsx
|
|
and thence this slander as i think proceedsx
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xxx
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thine eyes i lovex and they as pitying mex
|
|
knowing thy heart torment me with disdainx
|
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have put on blackx and loving mourners bex
|
|
looking with pretty ruth upon my painx
|
|
and truly not the morning sun of heaven
|
|
better becomes the grey cheeks of the eastx
|
|
nor that full star that ushers in the even
|
|
doth half that glory to the sober west
|
|
as those two mourning eyes become thy facex
|
|
o let it then as well beseem thy heart
|
|
to mourn for me since mourning doth thee gracex
|
|
and suit thy pity like in every partx
|
|
then will i swear beauty herself is blackx
|
|
and all they foul that thy complexion lackx
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xxx
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beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan
|
|
for that deep wound it gives my friend and mex
|
|
isxt not enough to torture me alonex
|
|
but slave to slavery my sweetxst friend must bex
|
|
me from my self thy cruel eye hath takenx
|
|
and my next self thou harder hast engrossedx
|
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of himx my selfx and thee i am forsakenx
|
|
a torment thrice threexfold thus to be crossedx
|
|
prison my heart in thy steel bosomxs wardx
|
|
but then my friendxs heart let my poor heart bailx
|
|
whoexer keeps mex let my heart be his guardx
|
|
thou canst not then use rigour in my gaolx
|
|
and yet thou wiltx for i being pent in theex
|
|
perforce am thine and all that is in mex
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xxx
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so now i have confessed that he is thinex
|
|
and i my self am mortgaged to thy willx
|
|
my self ixll forfeitx so that other minex
|
|
thou wilt restore to be my comfort stillx
|
|
but thou wilt notx nor he will not be freex
|
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for thou art covetousx and he is kindx
|
|
he learned but suretyxlike to write for mex
|
|
under that bond that him as fist doth bindx
|
|
the statute of thy beauty thou wilt takex
|
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thou usurer that putxst forth all to usex
|
|
and sue a friendx came debtor for my sakex
|
|
so him i lose through my unkind abusex
|
|
him have i lostx thou hast both him and mex
|
|
he pays the wholex and yet am i not freex
|
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xxx
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whoever hath her wishx thou hast thy willx
|
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and will to bootx and will in overplusx
|
|
more than enough am i that vex thee stillx
|
|
to thy sweet will making addition thusx
|
|
wilt thou whose will is large and spaciousx
|
|
not once vouchsafe to hide my will in thinex
|
|
shall will in others seem right graciousx
|
|
and in my will no fair acceptance shinex
|
|
the sea all waterx yet receives rain stillx
|
|
and in abundance addeth to his storex
|
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so thou being rich in will add to thy will
|
|
one will of mine to make thy large will morex
|
|
let no unkindx no fair beseechers killx
|
|
think all but onex and me in that one willx
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xxx
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if thy soul check thee that i come so nearx
|
|
swear to thy blind soul that i was thy willx
|
|
and will thy soul knows is admitted therex
|
|
thus far for lovex my lovexsuit sweet fulfilx
|
|
will will fulfil the treasure of thy lovex
|
|
ayx fill it full with willsx and my will onex
|
|
in things of great receipt with case we provex
|
|
among a number one is reckoned nonex
|
|
then in the number let me pass untoldx
|
|
though in thy storexs account i one must bex
|
|
for nothing hold mex so it please thee holdx
|
|
that nothing mex a something sweet to theex
|
|
make but my name thy lovex and love that stillx
|
|
and then thou lovxst me for my name is willx
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xxx
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thou blind fool lovex what dost thou to mine eyesx
|
|
that they behold and see not what they seex
|
|
they know what beauty isx see where it liesx
|
|
yet what the best isx take the worst to bex
|
|
if eyes corrupt by overxpartial looksx
|
|
be anchored in the bay where all men ridex
|
|
why of eyesx falsehood hast thou forged hooksx
|
|
whereto the judgment of my heart is tiedx
|
|
why should my heart think that a several plotx
|
|
which my heart knows the wide worldxs common placex
|
|
or mine eyes seeing thisx say this is not
|
|
to put fair truth upon so foul a facex
|
|
in things right true my heart and eyes have erredx
|
|
and to this false plague are they now transferredx
|
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xxx
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when my love swears that she is made of truthx
|
|
i do believe her though i know she liesx
|
|
that she might think me some untutored youthx
|
|
unlearned in the worldxs false subtletiesx
|
|
thus vainly thinking that she thinks me youngx
|
|
although she knows my days are past the bestx
|
|
simply i credit her falsexspeaking tonguex
|
|
on both sides thus is simple truth suppressedx
|
|
but wherefore says she not she is unjustx
|
|
and wherefore say not i that i am oldx
|
|
o lovexs best habit is in seeming trustx
|
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and age in lovex loves not to have years toldx
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therefore i lie with herx and she with mex
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and in our faults by lies we flattered bex
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xxx
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o call not me to justify the wrongx
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that thy unkindness lays upon my heartx
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wound me not with thine eye but with thy tonguex
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use power with powerx and slay me not by artx
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tell me thou lovxst elsewherex but in my sightx
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dear heart forbear to glance thine eye asidex
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what needxst thou wound with cunning when thy might
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is more than my oxerpressed defence can bidex
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let me excuse theex ah my love well knowsx
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her pretty looks have been mine enemiesx
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and therefore from my face she turns my foesx
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that they elsewhere might dart their injuriesx
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yet do not sox but since i am near slainx
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kill me outright with looksx and rid my painx
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xxx
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be wise as thou art cruelx do not press
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my tonguextied patience with too much disdainx
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lest sorrow lend me words and words expressx
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the manner of my pityxwanting painx
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if i might teach thee wit better it werex
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though not to lovex yet love to tell me sox
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as testy sick men when their deaths be nearx
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no news but health from their physicians knowx
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for if i should despair i should grow madx
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and in my madness might speak ill of theex
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now this illxwresting world is grown so badx
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mad slanderers by mad ears believed bex
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that i may not be sox nor thou beliedx
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bear thine eyes straightx though thy proud heart go widex
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xxx
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in faith i do not love thee with mine eyesx
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for they in thee a thousand errors notex
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but xtis my heart that loves what they despisex
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who in despite of view is pleased to dotex
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nor are mine cars with thy tonguexs tune delightedx
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nor tender feeling to base touches pronex
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nor tastex nor smellx desire to be invited
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to any sensual feast with thee alonex
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but my five witsx nor my five senses can
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dissuade one foolish heart from serving theex
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who leaves unswayed the likeness of a manx
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thy proud heartxs slave and vassal wretch to bex
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only my plague thus far i count my gainx
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that she that makes me sinx awards me painx
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xxx
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love is my sinx and thy dear virtue hatex
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hate of my sinx grounded on sinful lovingx
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o but with minex compare thou thine own statex
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and thou shalt find it merits not reprovingx
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or if it dox not from those lips of thinex
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that have profaned their scarlet ornamentsx
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and sealed false bonds of love as oft as minex
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robbed othersx bedsx revenues of their rentsx
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be it lawful i love thee as thou lovxst thosex
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whom thine eyes woo as mine importune theex
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root pity in thy heart that when it growsx
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thy pity may deserve to pitied bex
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if thou dost seek to have what thou dost hidex
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by selfxexample mayst thou be deniedx
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xxx
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lo as a careful huswife runs to catchx
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one of her feathered creatures broke awayx
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sets down her babe and makes all swift dispatch
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in pursuit of the thing she would have stayx
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whilst her neglected child holds her in chasex
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cries to catch her whose busy care is bentx
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to follow that which flies before her facex
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not prizing her poor infantxs discontentx
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so runxst thou after that which flies from theex
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whilst i thy babe chase thee afar behindx
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but if thou catch thy hope turn back to mex
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and play the motherxs partx kiss mex be kindx
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so will i pray that thou mayst have thy willx
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if thou turn back and my loud crying stillx
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xxx
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two loves i have of comfort and despairx
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which like two spirits do suggest me stillx
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the better angel is a man right fairx
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the worser spirit a woman coloured illx
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to win me soon to hell my female evilx
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tempteth my better angel from my sidex
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and would corrupt my saint to be a devilx
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wooing his purity with her foul pridex
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and whether that my angel be turned fiendx
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suspect i mayx yet not directly tellx
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but being both from me both to each friendx
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i guess one angel in anotherxs hellx
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yet this shall i nexer know but live in doubtx
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till my bad angel fire my good one outx
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xxx
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those lips that lovexs own hand did makex
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breathed forth the sound that said xi hatexx
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to me that languished for her sakex
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but when she saw my woeful statex
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straight in her heart did mercy comex
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chiding that tongue that ever sweetx
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was used in giving gentle doomx
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and taught it thus anew to greetx
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xi hatex she altered with an endx
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that followed it as gentle dayx
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doth follow night who like a fiend
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from heaven to hell is flown awayx
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xi hatexx from hate away she threwx
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and saved my life saying xnot youxx
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xxx
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poor soul the centre of my sinful earthx
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my sinful earth these rebel powers arrayx
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why dost thou pine within and suffer dearth
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painting thy outward walls so costly gayx
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why so large cost having so short a leasex
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dost thou upon thy fading mansion spendx
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shall worms inheritors of this excess
|
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eat up thy chargex is this thy bodyxs endx
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then soul live thou upon thy servantxs lossx
|
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and let that pine to aggravate thy storex
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buy terms divine in selling hours of drossx
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within be fedx without be rich no morex
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so shall thou feed on deathx that feeds on menx
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and death once deadx therexs no more dying thenx
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xxx
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my love is as a fever longing stillx
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for that which longer nurseth the diseasex
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feeding on that which doth preserve the illx
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thx uncertain sickly appetite to pleasex
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my reason the physician to my lovex
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angry that his prescriptions are not kept
|
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hath left mex and i desperate now approvex
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desire is deathx which physic did exceptx
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past cure i amx now reason is past carex
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and franticxmad with evermore unrestx
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my thoughts and my discourse as mad menxs arex
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at random from the truth vainly expressedx
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for i have sworn thee fairx and thought thee brightx
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who art as black as hellx as dark as nightx
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xxx
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o mex what eyes hath love put in my headx
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which have no correspondence with true sightx
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or if they havex where is my judgment fledx
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that censures falsely what they see arightx
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if that be fair whereon my false eyes dotex
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what means the world to say it is not sox
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if it be notx then love doth well denotex
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lovexs eye is not so true as all menxsx nox
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how can itx o how can lovexs eye be truex
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that is so vexed with watching and with tearsx
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no marvel then though i mistake my viewx
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the sun it self sees notx till heaven clearsx
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o cunning lovex with tears thou keepxst me blindx
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lest eyes wellxseeing thy foul faults should findx
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xxx
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canst thou o cruelx say i love thee notx
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when i against my self with thee partakex
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do i not think on thee when i forgot
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am of my selfx allxtyrantx for thy sakex
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who hateth thee that i do call my friendx
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on whom frownxst thou that i do fawn uponx
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nay if thou lourxst on me do i not spend
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revenge upon my self with present moanx
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what merit do i in my self respectx
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that is so proud thy service to despisex
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when all my best doth worship thy defectx
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commanded by the motion of thine eyesx
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but love hate on for now i know thy mindx
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those that can see thou lovxstx and i am blindx
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xxx
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o from what power hast thou this powerful mightx
|
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with insufficiency my heart to swayx
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to make me give the lie to my true sightx
|
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and swear that brightness doth not grace the dayx
|
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whence hast thou this becoming of things illx
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that in the very refuse of thy deedsx
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there is such strength and warrantise of skillx
|
|
that in my mind thy worst all best exceedsx
|
|
who taught thee how to make me love thee morex
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the more i hear and see just cause of hatex
|
|
o though i love what others do abhorx
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with others thou shouldst not abhor my statex
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if thy unworthiness raised love in mex
|
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more worthy i to be beloved of theex
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xxx
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love is too young to know what conscience isx
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yet who knows not conscience is born of lovex
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then gentle cheater urge not my amissx
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lest guilty of my faults thy sweet self provex
|
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for thou betraying mex i do betray
|
|
my nobler part to my gross bodyxs treasonx
|
|
my soul doth tell my body that he mayx
|
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triumph in lovex flesh stays no farther reasonx
|
|
but rising at thy name doth point out theex
|
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as his triumphant prizex proud of this pridex
|
|
he is contented thy poor drudge to bex
|
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to stand in thy affairsx fall by thy sidex
|
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no want of conscience hold it that i callx
|
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her lovex for whose dear love i rise and fallx
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xxx
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in loving thee thou knowxst i am forswornx
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but thou art twice forsworn to me love swearingx
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in act thy bedxvow broke and new faith tornx
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|
in vowing new hate after new love bearingx
|
|
but why of two oathsx breach do i accuse theex
|
|
when i break twentyx i am perjured mostx
|
|
for all my vows are oaths but to misuse theex
|
|
and all my honest faith in thee is lostx
|
|
for i have sworn deep oaths of thy deep kindnessx
|
|
oaths of thy lovex thy truthx thy constancyx
|
|
and to enlighten thee gave eyes to blindnessx
|
|
or made them swear against the thing they seex
|
|
for i have sworn thee fairx more perjured ix
|
|
to swear against the truth so foul a bex
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xxx
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cupid laid by his brand and fell asleepx
|
|
a maid of dianxs this advantage foundx
|
|
and his lovexkindling fire did quickly steep
|
|
in a cold valleyxfountain of that groundx
|
|
which borrowed from this holy fire of lovex
|
|
a dateless lively heat still to endurex
|
|
and grew a seeting bath which yet men provex
|
|
against strange maladies a sovereign curex
|
|
but at my mistressx eye lovexs brand newxfiredx
|
|
the boy for trial needs would touch my breastx
|
|
i sick withal the help of bath desiredx
|
|
and thither hied a sad distempered guestx
|
|
but found no curex the bath for my help liesx
|
|
where cupid got new firex my mistressx eyesx
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xxx
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the little lovexgod lying once asleepx
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laid by his side his heartxinflaming brandx
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|
whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepx
|
|
came tripping byx but in her maiden handx
|
|
the fairest votary took up that firex
|
|
which many legions of true hearts had warmedx
|
|
and so the general of hot desirex
|
|
was sleeping by a virgin hand disarmedx
|
|
this brand she quenched in a cool well byx
|
|
which from lovexs fire took heat perpetualx
|
|
growing a bath and healthful remedyx
|
|
for men discasedx but i my mistressx thrallx
|
|
came there for cure and this by that i provex
|
|
lovexs fire heats waterx water cools not lovex
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the end
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allxs well that ends well
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contents
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act i
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scene ix rossillonx a room in the countessxs palacex
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scene iix parisx a room in the kingxs palacex
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scene iiix rossillonx a room in the palacex
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act ii
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scene ix parisx a room in the kingxs palacex
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scene iix rossillonx a room in the countessxs palacex
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scene iiix parisx the kingxs palacex
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scene ivx parisx the kingxs palacex
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scene vx another room in the samex
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act iii
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scene ix florencex a room in the dukexs palacex
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scene iix rossillonx a room in the countessxs palacex
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scene iiix florencex before the dukexs palacex
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scene ivx rossillonx a room in the countessxs palacex
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scene vx without the walls of florencex
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scene vix camp before florencex
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scene viix florencex a room in the widowxs housex
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act iv
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scene ix without the florentine campx
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scene iix florencex a room in the widowxs housex
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scene iiix the florentine campx
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scene ivx florencex a room in the widowxs housex
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scene vx rossillonx a room in the countessxs palacex
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act v
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scene ix marseillesx a streetx
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scene iix rossillonx the inner court of the countessxs palacex
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scene iiix the samex a room in the countessxs palacex
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dramatis personx
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king of francex
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the duke of florencex
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bertramx count of rossillonx
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lafewx an old lordx
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parollesx a follower of bertramx
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several young french lordsx that serve with bertram in the florentine
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warx
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rynaldox servant to the countess of rossillonx
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clownx servant to the countess of rossillonx
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a pagex servant to the countess of rossillonx
|
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countess of rossillonx mother to bertramx
|
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helenax a gentlewoman protected by the countessx
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an old widow of florencex
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dianax daughter to the widowx
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violentax neighbour and friend to the widowx
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marianax neighbour and friend to the widowx
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lords attending on the kingx officersx soldiersx xcxx french and
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florentinex
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scenex partly in francex and partly in tuscanyx
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act i
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scene ix rossillonx a room in the countessxs palacex
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enter bertramx the countess of rossillonx helenax and lafewx all in
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blackx
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countessx
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in delivering my son from mex i bury a second husbandx
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bertramx
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and i in goingx madamx weep oxer my fatherxs death anewx but i must
|
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attend his majestyxs commandx to whom i am now in wardx evermore in
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subjectionx
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lafewx
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you shall find of the king a husbandx madamx youx sirx a fatherx he
|
|
that so generally is at all times goodx must of necessity hold his
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virtue to youx whose worthiness would stir it up where it wantedx
|
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rather than lack it where there is such abundancex
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countessx
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what hope is there of his majestyxs amendmentx
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lafewx
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he hath abandonxd his physiciansx madamx under whose practices he hath
|
|
persecuted time with hopex and finds no other advantage in the process
|
|
but only the losing of hope by timex
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countessx
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this young gentlewoman had a fatherxo that xhadxxx how sad a passage
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xtisxxwhose skill was almost as great as his honestyx had it stretchxd
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so farx would have made nature immortalx and death should have play for
|
|
lack of workx would for the kingxs sake he were livingx i think it
|
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would be the death of the kingxs diseasex
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lafewx
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how called you the man you speak ofx madamx
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countessx
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he was famousx sirx in his professionx and it was his great right to be
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sox gerard de narbonx
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lafewx
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he was excellent indeedx madamx the king very lately spoke of him
|
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admiringlyx and mourninglyx he was skilful enough to have livxd stillx
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if knowledge could be set up against mortalityx
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bertramx
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what is itx my good lordx the king languishes ofx
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lafewx
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a fistulax my lordx
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bertramx
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i heard not of it beforex
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lafewx
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i would it were not notoriousx was this gentlewoman the daughter of
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gerard de narbonx
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countessx
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his sole childx my lordx and bequeathed to my overlookingx i have those
|
|
hopes of her good that her education promises her dispositions she
|
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inheritsx which makes fair gifts fairerx for where an unclean mind
|
|
carries virtuous qualitiesx there commendations go with pityx they are
|
|
virtues and traitors toox in her they are the better for their
|
|
simplenessx she derives her honestyx and achieves her goodnessx
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lafewx
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your commendationsx madamx get from her tearsx
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countessx
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xtis the best brine a maiden can season her praise inx the remembrance
|
|
of her father never approaches her heart but the tyranny of her sorrows
|
|
takes all livelihood from her cheekx no more of thisx helenax go tox no
|
|
morex lest it be rather thought you affect a sorrow than to havex
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helenax
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i do affect a sorrow indeedx but i have it toox
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lafewx
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moderate lamentation is the right of the deadx excessive grief the
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enemy to the livingx
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countessx
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if the living be enemy to the griefx the excess makes it soon mortalx
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bertramx
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madamx i desire your holy wishesx
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lafewx
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how understand we thatx
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countessx
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be thou blestx bertramx and succeed thy father
|
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in mannersx as in shapex thy blood and virtue
|
|
contend for empire in theex and thy goodness
|
|
share with thy birthrightx love allx trust a fewx
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do wrong to nonex be able for thine enemy
|
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rather in power than usex and keep thy friend
|
|
under thy own lifexs keyx be checkxd for silencex
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but never taxxd for speechx what heaven more willx
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|
that thee may furnish and my prayers pluck downx
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|
fall on thy headx farewellx my lordx
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xtis an unseasonxd courtierx good my lordx
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advise himx
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lafewx
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he cannot want the best
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that shall attend his lovex
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countessx
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heaven bless himx farewellx bertramx
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xxexit countessxxx
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bertramx
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the best wishes that can be forgxd in your thoughts be servants to youx
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xxto helenaxxx be comfortable to my motherx your mistressx and make
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much of herx
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lafewx
|
|
farewellx pretty ladyx you must hold the credit of your fatherx
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xxexeunt bertram and lafewxxx
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helenax
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ox were that allx i think not on my fatherx
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|
and these great tears grace his remembrance more
|
|
than those i shed for himx what was he likex
|
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i have forgot himx my imagination
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carries no favour inxt but bertramxsx
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i am undonex there is no livingx nonex
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|
if bertram be awayx xtwere all one
|
|
that i should love a bright particular starx
|
|
and think to wed itx he is so above mex
|
|
in his bright radiance and collateral light
|
|
must i be comfortedx not in his spherex
|
|
thxambition in my love thus plagues itselfx
|
|
the hind that would be mated by the lion
|
|
must die for lovex xtwas prettyx though a plaguex
|
|
to see him every hourx to sit and draw
|
|
his arched browsx his hawking eyex his curlsx
|
|
in our heartxs tablexxheart too capable
|
|
of every line and trick of his sweet favourx
|
|
but now hexs gonex and my idolatrous fancy
|
|
must sanctify his relicsx who comes herex
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enter parollesx
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one that goes with himx i love him for his sakex
|
|
and yet i know him a notorious liarx
|
|
think him a great way foolx solely a cowardx
|
|
yet these fixxd evils sit so fit in him
|
|
that they take place when virtuexs steely bones
|
|
looks bleak ix thx cold windx withalx full oft we see
|
|
cold wisdom waiting on superfluous follyx
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parollesx
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|
save youx fair queenx
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helenax
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and youx monarchx
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parollesx
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nox
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helenax
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and nox
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parollesx
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are you meditating on virginityx
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helenax
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ayx you have some stain of soldier in youx let me ask you a questionx
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man is enemy to virginityx how may we barricado it against himx
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parollesx
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keep him outx
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helenax
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but he assailsx and our virginityx though valiantx in the defencex yet
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is weakx unfold to us some warlike resistancex
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parollesx
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there is nonex man setting down before you will undermine you and blow
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you upx
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helenax
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bless our poor virginity from underminers and blowersxupx is there no
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military policy how virgins might blow up menx
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parollesx
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virginity being blown downx man will quicklier be blown upx marryx in
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blowing him down againx with the breach yourselves madex you lose your
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cityx it is not politic in the commonwealth of nature to preserve
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virginityx loss of virginity is rational increasex and there was never
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virgin got till virginity was first lostx that you were made of is
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metal to make virginsx virginityx by being once lostx may be ten times
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foundx by being ever keptx it is ever lostx xtis too cold a companionx
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away with itx
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helenax
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i will stand forxt a littlex though therefore i die a virginx
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parollesx
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therexs little can be said inxtx xtis against the rule of naturex to
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speak on the part of virginity is to accuse your mothersx which is most
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infallible disobediencex he that hangs himself is a virginx virginity
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murders itselfx and should be buried in highways out of all sanctified
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limitx as a desperate offendress against naturex virginity breeds
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mitesx much like a cheesex consumes itself to the very paringx and so
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dies with feeding his own stomachx besidesx virginity is peevishx
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proudx idlex made of selfxlovex which is the most inhibited sin in the
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canonx keep it notx you cannot choose but lose byxtx out withxtx within
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the year it will make itself twox which is a goodly increasex and the
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principal itself not much the worsex away with itx
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helenax
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how might one dox sirx to lose it to her own likingx
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parollesx
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let me seex marryx illx to like him that nexer it likesx xtis a
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commodity will lose the gloss with lyingx the longer keptx the less
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worthx off withxt while xtis vendiblex answer the time of requestx
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virginityx like an old courtierx wears her cap out of fashionx richly
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suitedx but unsuitablex just like the brooch and the toothpickx which
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wear not nowx your date is better in your pie and your porridge than in
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your cheekx and your virginityx your old virginityx is like one of our
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french witherxd pearsx it looks illx it eats drilyx marryx xtis a
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witherxd pearx it was formerly betterx marryx yet xtis a witherxd pearx
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will you anything with itx
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helenax
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not my virginity yetx
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there shall your master have a thousand lovesx
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a motherx and a mistressx and a friendx
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a phoenixx captainx and an enemyx
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a guidex a goddessx and a sovereignx
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a counsellorx a traitressx and a dearx
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his humble ambitionx proud humilityx
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his jarring concordx and his discord dulcetx
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his faithx his sweet disasterx with a world
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of prettyx fondx adoptious christendoms
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that blinking cupid gossipsx now shall hex
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i know not what he shallx god send him wellx
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the courtxs a learningxplacex and he is onex
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parollesx
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what onex ix faithx
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helenax
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that i wish wellx xtis pityx
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parollesx
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whatxs pityx
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helenax
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that wishing well had not a body inxt
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which might be feltx that wex the poorer bornx
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whose baser stars do shut us up in wishesx
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might with effects of them follow our friendsx
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and show what we alone must thinkx which never
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returns us thanksx
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enter a pagex
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pagex
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monsieur parollesx my lord calls for youx
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xxexit pagexxx
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parollesx
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little helenx farewellx if i can remember theex i will think of thee at
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courtx
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helenax
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monsieur parollesx you were born under a charitable starx
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parollesx
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under marsx ix
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helenax
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i especially thinkx under marsx
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parollesx
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why under marsx
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helenax
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the wars hath so kept you underx that you must needs be born under
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marsx
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parollesx
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when he was predominantx
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helenax
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when he was retrogradex i think ratherx
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parollesx
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why think you sox
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helenax
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you go so much backward when you fightx
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parollesx
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thatxs for advantagex
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helenax
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so is running awayx when fear proposes the safetyx but the composition
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that your valour and fear makes in you is a virtue of a good wingx and
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i like the wear wellx
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parollesx
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i am so full of business i cannot answer thee acutelyx i will return
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perfect courtierx in the which my instruction shall serve to naturalize
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theex so thou wilt be capable of a courtierxs counselx and understand
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what advice shall thrust upon theex else thou diest in thine
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unthankfulnessx and thine ignorance makes thee awayx farewellx when
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thou hast leisurex say thy prayersx when thou hast nonex remember thy
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friendsx get thee a good husbandx and use him as he uses theex sox
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farewellx
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xxexitxxx
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helenax
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our remedies oft in ourselves do liex
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which we ascribe to heavenx the fated sky
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gives us free scopex only doth backward pull
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our slow designs when we ourselves are dullx
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what power is it which mounts my love so highx
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that makes me seex and cannot feed mine eyex
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the mightiest space in fortune nature brings
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to join like likesx and kiss like native thingsx
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impossible be strange attempts to those
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that weigh their pains in sensex and do suppose
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what hath been cannot bex who ever strove
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to show her merit that did miss her lovex
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the kingxs diseasexxmy project may deceive mex
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but my intents are fixxdx and will not leave mex
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xxexitxxx
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scene iix parisx a room in the kingxs palacex
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flourish of cornetsx enter the king of francex with lettersx lords and
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others attendingx
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kingx
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the florentines and senoys are by thx earsx
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have fought with equal fortunex and continue
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a braving warx
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first lordx
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so xtis reportedx sirx
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kingx
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nayx xtis most crediblex we here receive itx
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a certaintyx vouchxd from our cousin austriax
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with cautionx that the florentine will move us
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for speedy aidx wherein our dearest friend
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prejudicates the businessx and would seem
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to have us make denialx
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first lordx
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his love and wisdomx
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approvxd so to your majestyx may plead
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for amplest credencex
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kingx
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he hath armxd our answerx
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|
and florence is denied before he comesx
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yetx for our gentlemen that mean to see
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the tuscan servicex freely have they leave
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to stand on either partx
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second lordx
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it well may serve
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a nursery to our gentryx who are sick
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for breathing and exploitx
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kingx
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whatxs he comes herex
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enter bertramx lafew and parollesx
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first lordx
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it is the count rossillonx my good lordx
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young bertramx
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kingx
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youthx thou bearxst thy fatherxs facex
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frank naturex rather curious than in hastex
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hath well composxd theex thy fatherxs moral parts
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mayst thou inherit toox welcome to parisx
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bertramx
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my thanks and duty are your majestyxsx
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kingx
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i would i had that corporal soundness nowx
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as when thy father and myself in friendship
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first tried our soldiershipx he did look far
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into the service of the timex and was
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discipled of the bravestx he lasted longx
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but on us both did haggish age steal onx
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and wore us out of actx it much repairs me
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|
to talk of your good fatherx in his youth
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he had the wit which i can well observe
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today in our young lordsx but they may jest
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till their own scorn return to them unnoted
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ere they can hide their levity in honour
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so like a courtierx contempt nor bitterness
|
|
were in his pride or sharpnessx if they werex
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his equal had awakxd themx and his honourx
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clock to itselfx knew the true minute when
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|
exception bid him speakx and at this time
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|
his tongue obeyxd his handx who were below him
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|
he usxd as creatures of another placex
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|
and bowxd his eminent top to their low ranksx
|
|
making them proud of his humilityx
|
|
in their poor praise he humbledx such a man
|
|
might be a copy to these younger timesx
|
|
whichx followed wellx would demonstrate them now
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|
but goers backwardx
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bertramx
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|
his good remembrancex sirx
|
|
lies richer in your thoughts than on his tombx
|
|
so in approof lives not his epitaph
|
|
as in your royal speechx
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kingx
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would i were with himx he would always sayxx
|
|
methinks i hear him nowx his plausive words
|
|
he scatterxd not in earsx but grafted them
|
|
to grow there and to bearxxxlet me not livexx
|
|
this his good melancholy oft began
|
|
on the catastrophe and heel of pastimex
|
|
when it was outxxxlet me not livex quoth hex
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|
xafter my flame lacks oilx to be the snuff
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|
of younger spiritsx whose apprehensive senses
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|
all but new things disdainx whose judgments are
|
|
mere fathers of their garmentsx whose constancies
|
|
expire before their fashionsxx this he wishxdx
|
|
ix after himx do after him wish toox
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|
since i nor wax nor honey can bring homex
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|
i quickly were dissolved from my hive
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to give some labourers roomx
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second lordx
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youxre lovxdx sirx
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|
they that least lend it you shall lack you firstx
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kingx
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i fill a placex i knowxtx how long isxtx countx
|
|
since the physician at your fatherxs diedx
|
|
he was much famxdx
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bertramx
|
|
some six months sincex my lordx
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kingx
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if he were livingx i would try him yetxx
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lend me an armxxthe rest have worn me out
|
|
with several applicationsx nature and sickness
|
|
debate it at their leisurex welcomex countx
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|
my sonxs no dearerx
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bertramx
|
|
thank your majestyx
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|
xxexeuntx flourishxxx
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|
scene iiix rossillonx a room in the palacex
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|
|
enter countessx steward and clownx
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countessx
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i will now hearx what say you of this gentlewomanx
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stewardx
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|
madamx the care i have had to even your contentx i wish might be found
|
|
in the calendar of my past endeavoursx for then we wound our modestyx
|
|
and make foul the clearness of our deservingsx when of ourselves we
|
|
publish themx
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|
countessx
|
|
what does this knave herex get you gonex sirrahx the complaints i have
|
|
heard of you i do not all believex xtis my slowness that i do notx for
|
|
i know you lack not folly to commit themx and have ability enough to
|
|
make such knaveries yoursx
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clownx
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xtis not unknown to youx madamx i am a poor fellowx
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|
countessx
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|
wellx sirx
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|
clownx
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|
nox madamx xtis not so well that i am poorx though many of the rich are
|
|
damnedx but if i may have your ladyshipxs good will to go to the worldx
|
|
isbel the woman and i will do as we mayx
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countessx
|
|
wilt thou needs be a beggarx
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clownx
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|
i do beg your good will in this casex
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countessx
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in what casex
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clownx
|
|
in isbelxs case and mine ownx service is no heritagex and i think i
|
|
shall never have the blessing of god till i have issue of my bodyx for
|
|
they say barnes are blessingsx
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countessx
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|
tell me thy reason why thou wilt marryx
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clownx
|
|
my poor bodyx madamx requires itx i am driven on by the fleshx and he
|
|
must needs go that the devil drivesx
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countessx
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|
is this all your worshipxs reasonx
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clownx
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faithx madamx i have other holy reasonsx such as they arex
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countessx
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|
may the world know themx
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clownx
|
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i have beenx madamx a wicked creaturex as you and all flesh and blood
|
|
arex and indeed i do marry that i may repentx
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|
countessx
|
|
thy marriagex sooner than thy wickednessx
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clownx
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i am out of friendsx madamx and i hope to have friends for my wifexs
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|
sakex
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countessx
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|
such friends are thine enemiesx knavex
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clownx
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yxare shallowx madamx in great friendsx for the knaves come to do that
|
|
for me which i am axweary ofx he that ears my land spares my teamx and
|
|
gives me leave to in the cropx if i be his cuckoldx hexs my drudgex he
|
|
that comforts my wife is the cherisher of my flesh and bloodx he that
|
|
cherishes my flesh and blood loves my flesh and bloodx he that loves my
|
|
flesh and blood is my friendx ergox he that kisses my wife is my
|
|
friendx if men could be contented to be what they arex there were no
|
|
fear in marriagex for young charbon the puritan and old poysam the
|
|
papistx howsomexer their hearts are severxd in religionx their heads
|
|
are both onex they may jowl horns together like any deer ix the herdx
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countessx
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|
wilt thou ever be a foulxmouthxd and calumnious knavex
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|
clownx
|
|
a prophet ix madamx and i speak the truth the next wayx
|
|
xfor i the ballad will repeatx
|
|
which men full true shall findx
|
|
your marriage comes by destinyx
|
|
your cuckoo sings by kindxx
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|
countessx
|
|
get you gonex sirx ixll talk with you more anonx
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|
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|
stewardx
|
|
may it please youx madamx that he bid helen come to youx of her i am to
|
|
speakx
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|
countessx
|
|
sirrahx tell my gentlewoman i would speak with herx helen i meanx
|
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clownx
|
|
xxsingsxxx
|
|
x was this fair face the causex quoth shex
|
|
why the grecians sacked troyx
|
|
fond donex done fondx
|
|
was this king priamxs joyx
|
|
with that she sighed as she stoodx
|
|
with that she sighed as she stoodx
|
|
and gave this sentence thenx
|
|
among nine bad if one be goodx
|
|
among nine bad if one be goodx
|
|
therexs yet one good in tenxx
|
|
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|
countessx
|
|
whatx one good in tenx you corrupt the songx sirrahx
|
|
|
|
clownx
|
|
one good woman in tenx madamx which is a purifying ox the songx would
|
|
god would serve the world so all the yearx wexd find no fault with the
|
|
tithexwomanx if i were the parsonx one in tenx quoth xax and we might
|
|
have a good woman born but or every blazing starx or at an earthquakex
|
|
xtwould mend the lottery wellx a man may draw his heart out ere he
|
|
pluck onex
|
|
|
|
countessx
|
|
youxll be gonex sir knavex and do as i command youx
|
|
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|
clownx
|
|
that man should be at womanxs commandx and yet no hurt donex though
|
|
honesty be no puritanx yet it will do no hurtx it will wear the
|
|
surplice of humility over the black gown of a big heartx i am goingx
|
|
forsoothx the business is for helen to come hitherx
|
|
|
|
xxexitxxx
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|
countessx
|
|
wellx nowx
|
|
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|
stewardx
|
|
i knowx madamx you love your gentlewoman entirelyx
|
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|
countessx
|
|
faith i dox her father bequeathxd her to mex and she herselfx without
|
|
other advantagex may lawfully make title to as much love as she findsx
|
|
there is more owing her than is paidx and more shall be paid her than
|
|
shexll demandx
|
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|
stewardx
|
|
madamx i was very late more near her than i think she wishxd mex alone
|
|
she wasx and did communicate to herself her own words to her own earsx
|
|
she thoughtx i dare vow for herx they touchxd not any stranger sensex
|
|
her matter wasx she loved your sonx fortunex she saidx was no goddessx
|
|
that had put such difference betwixt their two estatesx love no godx
|
|
that would not extend his might only where qualities were levelx diana
|
|
no queen of virginsx that would suffer her poor knight surprisxdx
|
|
without rescue in the first assault or ransom afterwardx this she
|
|
deliverxd in the most bitter touch of sorrow that exer i heard virgin
|
|
exclaim inx which i held my duty speedily to acquaint you withalx
|
|
sithencex in the loss that may happenx it concerns you something to
|
|
know itx
|
|
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|
countessx
|
|
you have dischargxd this honestlyx keep it to yourselfx many
|
|
likelihoods informxd me of this beforex which hung so tottering in the
|
|
balance that i could neither believe nor misdoubtx pray you leave mex
|
|
stall this in your bosomx and i thank you for your honest carex i will
|
|
speak with you further anonx
|
|
|
|
xxexit stewardxxx
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|
|
enter helenax
|
|
|
|
even so it was with me when i was youngx
|
|
if ever we are naturexsx these are oursx this thorn
|
|
doth to our rose of youth rightly belongx
|
|
our blood to usx this to our blood is bornx
|
|
it is the show and seal of naturexs truthx
|
|
where lovexs strong passion is impressxd in youthx
|
|
by our remembrances of days foregonex
|
|
such were our faultsx or then we thought them nonex
|
|
her eye is sick onxtx i observe her nowx
|
|
|
|
helenax
|
|
what is your pleasurex madamx
|
|
|
|
countessx
|
|
you knowx helenx
|
|
i am a mother to youx
|
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|
helenax
|
|
mine honourable mistressx
|
|
|
|
countessx
|
|
nayx a motherx
|
|
why not a motherx when i said a motherx
|
|
methought you saw a serpentx whatxs in motherx
|
|
that you start at itx i say i am your motherx
|
|
and put you in the catalogue of those
|
|
that were enwombed minex xtis often seen
|
|
adoption strives with naturex and choice breeds
|
|
a native slip to us from foreign seedsx
|
|
you nexer oppressxd me with a motherxs groanx
|
|
yet i express to you a motherxs carex
|
|
godxs mercyx maidenx does it curd thy blood
|
|
to say i am thy motherx whatxs the matterx
|
|
that this distempered messenger of wetx
|
|
the manyxcolourxd irisx rounds thine eyex
|
|
xwhyx that you are my daughterx
|
|
|
|
helenax
|
|
that i am notx
|
|
|
|
countessx
|
|
i sayx i am your motherx
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|
helenax
|
|
pardonx madamx
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the count rossillon cannot be my brotherx
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i am from humblex he from honoured namex
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no note upon my parentsx his all noblex
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my masterx my dear lord he isx and i
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his servant livex and will his vassal diex
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he must not be my brotherx
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countessx
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nor i your motherx
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helenax
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you are my motherx madamx would you werex
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so that my lord your son were not my brotherxx
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indeed my motherx or were you both our mothersx
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i care no more for than i do for heavenx
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so i were not his sisterx canxt no otherx
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butx i your daughterx he must be my brotherx
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countessx
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yesx helenx you might be my daughterxinxlawx
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god shield you mean it notx daughter and mother
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so strive upon your pulsex whatx pale againx
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my fear hath catchxd your fondnessx now i see
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the mystery of your lonelinessx and find
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your salt tearsx headx now to all sense xtis gross
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you love my sonx invention is ashamxdx
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against the proclamation of thy passion
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to say thou dost notx therefore tell me truex
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but tell me thenx xtis sox forx lookx thy cheeks
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confess itx txone to thxotherx and thine eyes
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see it so grossly shown in thy behavioursx
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that in their kind they speak itx only sin
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and hellish obstinacy tie thy tonguex
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that truth should be suspectedx speakx isxt sox
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if it be sox you have wound a goodly clewx
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if it be notx forswearxtx howexerx i charge theex
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as heaven shall work in me for thine availx
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to tell me trulyx
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helenax
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good madamx pardon mex
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countessx
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do you love my sonx
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helenax
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your pardonx noble mistressx
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countessx
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love you my sonx
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helenax
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do not you love himx madamx
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countessx
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go not aboutx my love hath inxt a bond
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whereof the world takes notex comex comex disclose
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the state of your affectionx for your passions
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have to the full appeachxdx
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helenax
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then i confessx
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here on my kneex before high heaven and youx
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that before youx and next unto high heavenx
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i love your sonx
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my friends were poorx but honestx soxs my lovex
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be not offendedx for it hurts not him
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that he is lovxd of mex i follow him not
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by any token of presumptuous suitx
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nor would i have him till i do deserve himx
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yet never know how that desert should bex
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i know i love in vainx strive against hopex
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yet in this captious and inteemable sieve
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i still pour in the waters of my love
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and lack not to lose stillx thusx indianxlikex
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religious in mine errorx i adore
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the sun that looks upon his worshipperx
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but knows of him no morex my dearest madamx
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let not your hate encounter with my lovex
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for loving where you dox but if yourselfx
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whose aged honour cites a virtuous youthx
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did everx in so true a flame of likingx
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wish chastelyx and love dearlyx that your dian
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was both herself and lovex o thenx give pity
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to her whose state is such that cannot choose
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but lend and give where she is sure to losex
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that seeks not to find that her search impliesx
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but riddlexlikex lives sweetly where she diesx
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countessx
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had you not lately an intentxxspeak trulyxx
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to go to parisx
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helenax
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madamx i hadx
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countessx
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whereforex tell truex
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helenax
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i will tell truthx by grace itself i swearx
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you know my father left me some prescriptions
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of rare and provxd effectsx such as his reading
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and manifest experience had collected
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for general sovereigntyx and that he willxd me
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in heedfullxst reservation to bestow themx
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as notes whose faculties inclusive were
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more than they were in notex amongst the rest
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there is a remedyx approvxdx set downx
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to cure the desperate languishings whereof
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the king is renderxd lostx
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countessx
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this was your motive
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for parisx was itx speakx
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helenax
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my lord your son made me to think of thisx
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else parisx and the medicinex and the kingx
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had from the conversation of my thoughts
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haply been absent thenx
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countessx
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but think youx helenx
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if you should tender your supposed aidx
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he would receive itx he and his physicians
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are of a mindx hex that they cannot help himx
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theyx that they cannot helpx how shall they credit
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a poor unlearned virginx when the schoolsx
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embowellxd of their doctrinex have let off
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the danger to itselfx
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helenax
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therexs something inxt
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more than my fatherxs skillx which was the greatxst
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of his professionx that his good receipt
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shall for my legacy be sanctified
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by thx luckiest stars in heavenx and would your honour
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but give me leave to try successx ixd venture
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the wellxlost life of mine on his gracexs curex
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by such a dayx an hourx
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countessx
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dost thou believextx
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helenax
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ayx madamx knowinglyx
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countessx
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whyx helenx thou shalt have my leave and lovex
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means and attendantsx and my loving greetings
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to those of mine in courtx ixll stay at homex
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and pray godxs blessing into thy attemptx
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be gone tomorrowx and be sure of thisx
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what i can help thee tox thou shalt not missx
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xxexeuntxxx
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act iix
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scene ix parisx a room in the kingxs palacex
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flourishx enter the king with young lords taking leave for the
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florentine warx bertramx parolles and attendantsx
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kingx
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farewellx young lordsx these warlike principles
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do not throw from youx and youx my lordsx farewellx
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share the advice betwixt youx if both gain allx
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the gift doth stretch itself as xtis receivxdx
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and is enough for bothx
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first lordx
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xtis our hopex sirx
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after wellxentxred soldiersx to return
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and find your grace in healthx
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kingx
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nox nox it cannot bex and yet my heart
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will not confess he owes the malady
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that doth my life besiegex farewellx young lordsx
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whether i live or diex be you the sons
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of worthy frenchmenx let higher italyxx
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those bated that inherit but the fall
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of the last monarchyxsee that you come
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not to woo honourx but to wed itx when
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the bravest questant shrinksx find what you seekx
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that fame may cry you loudx i say farewellx
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second lordx
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healthx at your bidding serve your majestyx
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kingx
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those girls of italyx take heed of themx
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they say our french lack language to deny
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if they demandx beware of being captives
|
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before you servex
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bothx
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our hearts receive your warningsx
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kingx
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farewellxxcome hither to mex
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xxthe king retires to a couchxxx
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first lordx
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o my sweet lordx that you will stay behind usx
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parollesx
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xtis not his faultx the sparkx
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second lordx
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ox xtis brave warsx
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parollesx
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most admirablex i have seen those warsx
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bertramx
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i am commanded herex and kept a coil withx
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xtoo youngxx and xthe next yearx and xxtis too earlyxx
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parollesx
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an thy mind stand toxtx boyx steal away bravelyx
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bertramx
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i shall stay here the forehorse to a smockx
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creaking my shoes on the plain masonryx
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till honour be bought upx and no sword worn
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but one to dance withx by heavenx ixll steal awayx
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first lordx
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therexs honour in the theftx
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parollesx
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commit itx countx
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second lordx
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i am your accessaryx and so farewellx
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bertramx
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i grow to youx and our parting is a torturxd bodyx
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first lordx
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farewellx captainx
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second lordx
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sweet monsieur parollesx
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parollesx
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noble heroesx my sword and yours are kinx good sparks and lustrousx a
|
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wordx good metalsx you shall find in the regiment of the spinii one
|
|
captain spuriox with his cicatricex an emblem of warx here on his
|
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sinister cheekx it was this very sword entrenchxd itx say to him i
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livex and observe his reports for mex
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first lordx
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we shallx noble captainx
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parollesx
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mars dote on you for his novicesx
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xxexeunt lordsxxx
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what will ye dox
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bertramx
|
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stay the kingx
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parollesx
|
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use a more spacious ceremony to the noble lordsx you have restrainxd
|
|
yourself within the list of too cold an adieux be more expressive to
|
|
themx for they wear themselves in the cap of the timex there do muster
|
|
true gaitx eatx speakx and movex under the influence of the most
|
|
receivxd starx and though the devil lead the measurex such are to be
|
|
followedx after themx and take a more dilated farewellx
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bertramx
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and i will do sox
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parollesx
|
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worthy fellowsx and like to prove most sinewy swordxmenx
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xxexeunt bertram and parollesxxx
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enter lafewx
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lafewx
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