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- # SOWNS.
Might I not then say now I loue you best,
When I was certaine ore in-certainty,
Crowning the present, doubting of the rest:
Loue is a Babe, then might I not say so
To giue sull growth to that which still doth grow.
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Let me not to the marriage of true mindes
Admit impediments, loue is not loue
Which alters wher it alteration findes,
Or bends with the remouer to remoue.
O no, it is an euer fixed marke
That lookes on tempests and is neuer shaken;
It is the star to euery wandring barke,
Whose worths vnknowne, although his hight be taken.
Lou’s not Times foole, though rosie lips and cheeks
Within his bending fickles compasse come,
Loue alters not with his breeze houres and weekes,
But beares it out euen to the edge of doome:
If this be error and vpon me proued,
I neuer writ, nor no man euer loued.
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Acuse me thus, that I haue scanted all,
Wherein I should your great deserts repay,
Forgot vpon your dearest loue to call,
Whereto al bonds do tie me day by day,
That I haue frequent binne with vnknown mindes,
And giuen to time your owne deare purchas’d right,
That I haue hoysted saile to al the windes
Which should transport me sartheft from your sight.
Booke both my willfulnesse and errors downe,
And on iust proose surmise, accumulate,
Bring me within the leuel of your frowne,
But shoote not at me in your wakened hate:
Since my appeale saies I did striue to prooue
The constancy and virtue of your loue
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