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- # Section 99
## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
Section 99 is a text section extracted from a larger file, likely a text-based rendition of a poem. It is labeled "99" and contains 17 lines of text. The section was extracted on January 30, 2026, at 06:24:08.806 UTC by the "structure-extraction-lambda" process. The text is part of the "SONNERS" chapter.
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This section is part of the [PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53](arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y) collection, which contains files extracted from a PDF. The text was extracted from the file [pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt](arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA), which is a text file. The section is preceded by section "98" ([01KG6S5MQV7CH61YKGRPAPT2DM](arke:01KG6S5MQV7CH61YKGRPAPT2DM)) and followed by section "100" ([01KG6S5MQS1CPKQY9F15HHQ8RB](arke:01KG6S5MQS1CPKQY9F15HHQ8RB)). The text was edited manually by the "Structure Extraction" user.
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
Section 99 contains a poem that addresses the "forward violet" and discusses how the violet has stolen its sweetness and color from the speaker's love. The poem references various flowers and their colors, comparing them to the beauty of the speaker's beloved. The poem concludes with the line "More flowers I noted, yet I none could see, But sweet, or culler it had stolne from thee."
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- The forward violet thus did I chide,
Sweet these whence didst thou steale thy sweet that
If not from my lous breath, the purple pride,
Which on thy soft checke for complexion dwells?
In my lous veines thou hast too grossly died,
The Lillie I condemned for thy hand,
And buds of marierom had stolne thy haire;
The Roses searefully on thornes did stand,
Our blushing shame, an other white dispairs:
A third nor red, nor white, had stolne of both,
And to his robbery had annext thy breath,
But for his theft in pride of all his growth.
A vengfull canker eate him vp to death.
More flowers I noted, yet I none could see,
But sweet, or culler it had stolne from thee.
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