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- # SONNETS.
Tempteth my better angel from my fight,
And would corrupt my faint to be a diuel:
Wooing his purity with her fowle pride.
And whether that my angel be turn’d finde,
Suspect I may, yet not directly tell,
But being both from me both to each friend,
I geffe one angel in an others hel.
Yet this fhal I nere know but liue in doubt,
Till my bad angel fire my good one out.
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Those lips that Louis owne hand did make,
Breath’d forth the found that said I hate,
To me that languifht for her fake:
But when fhe faw my wofull ftate,
Straight in her heart did mercie come,
Chiding that tongue that euer fweer,
Was vfde in giuing gentle dome:
And tought it thus a new to greete:
I hate fhe altered with an end,
That follow’d it as gentle day,
Doth follow night who like a fiend
From hesuen to hell is flowne away.
I hate, from hate away fhe threw,
And fau’d my life faying not you.
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Doore foule the center of my finfull earth,
My finfull earth thefe rebbell powres that thee array,
Why doft thou pine within and fuffer dearth;
Painting thy outward walls fo coftlie gay?
Why fo large coft hauing fo fhort a leafe,
Doft thou vpon thy fading mansion fpend?
Shall wormes inheritors of this excese,
Eate vp thy charge? is this thy bodies end?
Then foule liue thou vpon thy feruants loffe,
And let that pine to aggrauat thy ftore;
Buy teaznes divine in felling houres of droffe:
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