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- # S O N N E T S.
An I trouble deafe heauen with my bootleffe cries,
And looke vpon my felfe and curfe my fate.
Wifhing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featur'd like him, like him with friends poffeft,
Defiring this mans art, and that mans skope,
With what I moft inioy contented leaft,
Yet in the'e thoughts my felfe almoft defpifing,
Haplye I thinke on thee, and then my ftate,
(Like to the Larke at breake of daye arifing)
From fullen earth fings himns at Heauens gate,
For thy fweet loue remembred fuch welth brings,
That then I skorne to change my ftate with Kings.
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VV Hen to the Sffions of fweet filent thought,
I fommon vp remembrance of things paft,
I figh the lacke of many a thing I fought,
And with old woes new waile my deare times wafte:
Then can I'drowne an eye (vn-vf'd to flow)
For precious friends hid in deaths dateles night,
And weepe a frefh loues long fince canceld woe,
And mone th'expence of many a vannifht fight.
Then can I greeue at greeuances fore-gon,
And heauily from woe to woe tell ore
The fad account of fore-bemoned mone,
Which I new pay as if not payd before.
But if the while I thinke on thee (deare friend)
All loffes are refford, and forrowes end.
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Thy bofome is indeared with all hearts,
Which I by lacking haue fuppofed dead,
And there raignes Loue and all Loues louing parts,
And all thofe friends which I thought buried.
How many a holy and obfequious teare
Hath deare religious loue ftolne from mine eye,
As interrft of the dead, which now appeare,
But things remou'd that hidden in there lie.
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