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Son. 95.
[Faire Tygresse tell, contents it not thy sight]
Faire Tygresse tell, contents it not thy sight,To see me die each day a thousand times?
O how could I commit such monstrous crimes,
As merit to this martirdome by night?
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This earthly prison that thy picture keepes,
But doth the soule while as the bodie sleepes,
With many fearfull dreames from rest restraine.
Lo thus I waste to work a tyrants will,
My dayes in torment, and my nights in terror,
And here confin'd within an endlesse error,
Without repentance do perseuer still:
That it is hard to iudge though both be lost,
Whose constancie or crueltie is most.
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