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- # SONNETS.
Eternal numbers to out-liue long date.
If my flight Muse does please these curious dales,
The paine be mine, but thine shall be the praise.
39
Q
H how thy worth with manners may I singe,
When thou art all the better part of me?
What can mine ownie praise to mine owne selfe bring;
And what is’t but mine owne when I praise thee,
Euen for this, let vs deuided liue,
And our deare loue loose name of single one,
That by this seperation I may giue:
That due to thee which thou deseru’lt alone:
Oh absence what a torment wouldst thou proue,
Were it not thy soure leisure gaue sweet leaue,
To entertain the time with thoughts of loue,
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Which time and thoughts so sweetly dost deceiue,
And that thou teachest how to make one twaine,
By praising him here who doth hence remaine.
40
T
Ake all my loues, my loue, yea take them all,
What hast thou then more then thou hadst before?
No loue, my loue, that thou maist true loue call,
All mine was thine, before thou hadst this more:
Then if for my loue, thou my loue receiuest,
I cannot blame thee, for my loue thou visst,
But yet be blam’d, if thou this selse deceauest
By willfull taste of what thy selse resfuest.
I doe sorgiue thy robb’ric gentle theese
Although thou steale thee all my poverty:
And yet loue knowes it is a greater griefse
To beare loues wrong, then hates knowne iniury.
Lascuious grace, in whom all il wel showes,
Kill me with spights yet we must not be foes.
41
T
Hose pretty wrong: that liberty commits,
When I am some-time absent from thy heart,
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Thy
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