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- # SONNETS
Doe I not thinke on thee when I forgot
Am of my felfe, all tirant for thy fake?
Who hateth thee that I doe ca'l my friend,
On whom frou'n't thou that I doe faune spon,
Nay if thou lowrft on me doe I not fiend
Reneuge vpon my fe fe with prefert mon?
What merrit do I in my felfe respect,
That is fo proude thy feruice to difpife,
When all my beft doth worfhip thy defect,
Commanded by the motion of thine eyes.
But loue hate on for now I know thy minde,
Thofe that can fee thou lou'ft, and I am blind.
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O H from what powre haft thou this powrefull might,
WVith infufficiency my heart to fway,
To make me giue the lie to my true fight,
And fAcre that brightneffe doth not grace the day?
Whence haft thou this becomming of things il,
That in the very refufe of thy deeds,
There is fuch ftrength and warrantie of skill,
That in my minde thy worft all beft exceeds?
Who taught thee how to make me loue thee more,
The more I heare and fee iuft caufe of hate,
Oh though I loue what others doe abhor,
WVith others thou fhouldft not abhor my flate.
If thy vnworthineffe raifd loue in me,
More worthy I to be belou'd of thee.
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L Oue is too young to know what conscience is,
Yet who knowes not conscience is borne of loue,
Then gentle cheater vrge not my amiffe,
Leaft guilty of my faults thy fweet felfe proue.
For thou betraying me, I doe betray
My nobler part to my grofe bodies treason,
My foule doth tell my body that he may,
Triumph in loue, fleth flaies no further reason,
Bue
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