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05-20-2009, 02:10 AM
Sonnet #21
XXI.br /br /So is it not with me as with that Musebr /Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,br /Who heaven itself for ornament doth usebr /And every fair with his fair doth rehearsebr /Making a couplement of proud compare,br /With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,br /With April's first-born flowers, and all things rarebr /That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.br /O' let me, true in love, but truly write,br /And then believe me, my love is as fairbr /As any mother's child, though not so brightbr /As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:br /Let them say more than like of hearsay well;br /I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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XXI.br /br /So is it not with me as with that Musebr /Stirr'd by a painted beauty to his verse,br /Who heaven itself for ornament doth usebr /And every fair with his fair doth rehearsebr /Making a couplement of proud compare,br /With sun and moon, with earth and sea's rich gems,br /With April's first-born flowers, and all things rarebr /That heaven's air in this huge rondure hems.br /O' let me, true in love, but truly write,br /And then believe me, my love is as fairbr /As any mother's child, though not so brightbr /As those gold candles fix'd in heaven's air:br /Let them say more than like of hearsay well;br /I will not praise that purpose not to sell.
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