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- # S O N N E T S.
Most worthy comfort, now my greatest grief,
Thou best of deereft, and mine onely care,
Art left the prey of every vulgar theef,
Thee haue I not lockt up in any cheft,
Sane where thou art not though I feele thou art,
Within the gentle clofa e of my breft,
From whence at pleasure thou maift come and part,
And euen thence thou wilt be ftolne I fcare.
For truth prooues theeuifh for a prize fo deare.
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A Gainft that time (if euer that time come)
When I shall fee thee frowne on my defecfs,
When as thy loue hath caft his vimoft funnne,
Cauld to that audite by aduif’d reypefts,
Againft that time when thou fhalt frangely paffe,
And fcarcely greete me with that funne thine eye,
When loue conuerted from the thing it was
Shall reafons finde of fetled grauitie.
Againft that time do I infonce me here
Within the knowledge of mine owne defart,
And this my hand, againft my felfe vpreare,
To guard the lawfull reafons on thy part,
To leaue poore me, thou haft the ftrength of lawes;
Since why to loue, I can alledge no caufe.
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H Ow heauie doe I iourney on the way,
When what I fecke (my wearie trauels end)
Doth teach that eafe and that repofe to fay
Thus farre the miles are mcafurde from thy friend.
The beaft that beares me, tired with my woe,
Plods duly on, to beare that waight in me,
As if by fome inftinct the wretch did know
His rider lou’d not fpeed being made from thee:
The bloody fpurre cannot prouoke him on,
That fome-times anger thrusts into his hide,
Which heaully he anfwers with a grone,
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