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- # SHAKESPEARE,
To show me worthy of their sweet respect,
Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee,
Til then, not show my head where thou maist proueme
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W Eary with toyle, I hast me to my bed,
The deare repose for lims with trauaill tired,
But then begins a iourny in my head
To worke my mind, when boddies work’s expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zelous pilgrimage to thee,
And keepe my drooping eye-lids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind doe see.
Saue that my foules imaginary fight
Presents their shaddoe to my fighties view,
Which like a jewell (hunge in gaffly night)
Makes blacke night beautious, and her old face new.
Loe thus by day my lims, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my felse, noe quiet finde.
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H Ow can I then returne in happy plight
That am debard the benefit of rest?
When daies oppreffon is not eazd by night,
But day by night and night by day opreft.
And each (though enimes to ethers raigne)
Doe in consent shake hands to torture me,
The one by toyle, the other to complaine.
How far I toyle, still farther off from thee.
I tell the Day to please him thou art bright,
And uo’st him grace when clouds doe blot the heaven:
So flatter I the swart complexiond night,
When sparkling stars twire not thou guil’st th’ eauen.
But day doth daily draw my forrowes longer, (stronger
And night doth nightly make greeses length feeme
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W When in disgrace with Fortune and mens eyes,
I all alone beweepe my out-cast state,
And
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