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Sonnet 18.
[Pardon me (Henry) if Heav'ns siluer raine]
Pardon me (Henry) if Heav'ns siluer raine,Dewing thy pearles, impearle mine humble Laies:
And if my verse (void both of price and paine)
Presume thy Vertues passing-price to praise:
Pardon (great King) if that mine Infant Muse
Stutter thy name; and if with skill too scant
Ilimne thee here, let zeale my crime excuse;
My steel's attracted by thine Adamant.
For, as the Sunne, although he do reflect
His golden Rayes on grosser Elements,
Doth neuer spot his beautifull aspect:
So, though the praises of thine Excellence
Doo brightly glister in my gloomy stile,
They nothing lose of their first grace the while.
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