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- And my next felfe thou harder haft ingroffed,
Of him, my felfe, and thee I am forfaken,
A torment thrice three-fold thus to be croffed:
Prifon my heart in thy fteele bofomes warde,
But then my friends heart let my poore heart bale,
Who ere keepes me, let my heart be his garde,
Thou canft not then vfe rigor in my laile,
And yet thou wilt, for I being pent in thee,
Perforce am thine and all that is in me.
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S O now I haue confeft that he is thine,
And I my felfe am morgag'd to thy will,
My felfe Ile forfeit, fo that other mine,
Thou wilt reftore to be my comfort ftill:
But thou wilt not, nor he will not be free,
For thou art couetous, and he is kinde,
He learnd but furetie-like to write for me,
Vnder that bond that him as faft doth binde.
The ftacute of thy beauty thou wilt take,
Thou vfurer that put'ft forth all to vfe,
And
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# SONNETS.
And sue a friend, came debter for my sake,
So him I loose through my vnkinde abuse.
Him haue I lost, thou hast both him and me,
He paies the whole, and yet am I not free.
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Who euer hath her wish, thou hast thy will,
And will too boote, and will in ouer-plus,
More then enough am I that vexe thee still,
To thy sweet will making addition thus,
Wilt thou whose will is large and spatious,
Not once vouchsase to hide my will in thine,
Shall will in others seeme right gracious,
And in my will no faire acceptance shine:
The sea all water, yet receiues raine still,
And in aboundance addeth to his store,
So thou beeing rich in will adde to thy will,
One will of mine to make thy large will more.
Let no vnkinde, no faire beseechers kill,
Thinke all but one, and me in that one will.
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If thy soule check thee that I come so neere,
Sweare to thy blind soule that I was thy will,
And will thy soule knowes is admitted there,
Thus farre for loue, my loue-sute sweet fullfill.
Will, will fulfill the treasure of thy loue,
I fill it full with wils, and my will one,
In things of great receit with ease we prooue,
Among a number one is reckon’d none.
Then in the number let me passe vntold,
Though in thy stores account I one must be,
For nothing hold me, so it please thee hold,
That nothing me, a some-thing sweet to thee.
Make but my name thy loue, and loue that still,
And then thou louest me for my name is will.
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Thou blinde foole loue, what doost thou to mine eyes,
I
That
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# SHAKES-PEAKES
That they behold and see not what they see:
They know what beautie is, see where it lyes,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial lookes,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes,
Where to the judgement of my heart is tide?
Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot,
Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not
To put faire truth vpon so foule a face,
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.
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When my love sweares that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lyes,
That she might thinke me some vntuired youth,
Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties.
Thus vainely thinking that she shinkes me young,
Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking songue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress:
But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust?
And wherefore say not I zhat I am old?
O loues best habite in seeming trust,
And age in loue, loues not t'hase yeares told,
Therefore I lye with her, and she with me,
And in our faults-by-ryes we flattered be.
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