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10-15-2008, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #82
LXXXII.br /br /I grant thou wert not married to my Musebr /And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlookbr /The dedicated words which writers usebr /Of their fair subject, blessing every bookbr /Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,br /Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,br /And therefore art enforced to seek anewbr /Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering daysbr /And do so, love; yet when they have devisedbr /What strained touches rhetoric can lend,br /Thou truly fair wert truly sympathizedbr /In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;br /And their gross painting might be better usedbr /Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
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LXXXII.br /br /I grant thou wert not married to my Musebr /And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlookbr /The dedicated words which writers usebr /Of their fair subject, blessing every bookbr /Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,br /Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,br /And therefore art enforced to seek anewbr /Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering daysbr /And do so, love; yet when they have devisedbr /What strained touches rhetoric can lend,br /Thou truly fair wert truly sympathizedbr /In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;br /And their gross painting might be better usedbr /Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.
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