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SONNET DCCCXL
Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,
Coral is far more red, than her lips red:
Doth part his function and is partly blind,
Thou art the fairest and most precious jewel.
For, thou betraying me, I do betray
And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted,
To follow that which flies before her face,
Even such a beauty as you master now.
So that eternal love in love's fresh case,
And let that pine to aggravate thy store;
Those children nursed, deliver'd from thy brain,
Can make you live your self in eyes of men.
   Such is my love, to thee I so belong,
   Where Cupid got new fire; my mistress' eyes.

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