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- # SONNETS.
## 34
**VV** Hy didst thou promote such a beautious day,
And make me trauaile forth without my cloake,
To let bace cloudes ore-take me in my way,
Hiding thy braury in their rotten smoke.
Tis not enough that through the cloude thou breake,
To dry the raine on my storme-beaten face,
For no man well of such asa'ue can speake,
That heales the wound, and cures not the disgrace:
Nor can thy shame give phticke to my griefse,
Though thou repent, yet I haue still the lesse,
Th' offenders sorrow lends but weake rehese
To him that beares the strong offenses losse.
Ah but those teares are pearle which thy loue sheeds,
And they are ritch, and ran some all ill deeds.
## 35
**N** O more bee greeu'd at thas which thou hast done,
Roses haue thornes, and siluer fountaines mud,
Cloudes and eclipses staine both Moone and Sunne,
And loathsome canker liues in sweetest bud.
All men make faults, and euen I in this,
Authorizing thy trespas with compare,
My selse corrupting saluing thy amisse,
Excusing their sins more then their sins are:
For to thy sensuall faust I bring in sence,
Thy aduerse party is thy Aduocate,
And gainst my selse a lawfull plea commence,
Such cinill war is in my loue and hate,
That I an accessory needs must be,
To that sweet theese which sourely robs from me,
## 36
**I** Et me confesse that we two must be twaine,
Although our undeuided loues are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remaine,
Without thy helpe, by me be borne alone,
In our two loues there is but one respect,
Though
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