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Whilst I alone did call upon thy aid,
My verse alone had all thy gentle grace,
But now my gracious numbers are decay'd
And my sick Muse doth give another place.
I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of and pays it thee again.
He lends thee virtue and he stole that word
From thy behavior; beauty doth he give
And found it in thy cheek; he can afford
No praise to thee but what in thee doth live.
Then thank him not for that which he doth say,
Since what he owes thee thou thyself dost pay.

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Date: 2002-08-02 04:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dine.livejournal.com
You know, I really enjoy these when you post them - the Sonnets are among my favourite poems, and there's always something to gain in the rereading.

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Date: 2002-08-02 04:33 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] butterfly.livejournal.com
Thanks. I'm glad that you're enjoying it. It's not just for me after all!

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