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SONNET 10.
[Am I a Gorgon? that she doth me flie]
Am I a Gorgon? that she doth me flie,Or was I hatched in the riuer Nyle?
Or doth my Chloris stand in doubt that I
With Syren songs do seeke hir to beguyle?
If any one of these she can obiect
Gainst me which chaste affected loue protest,
Then might my fortunes by hir frownes be checkt,
And blamelesse she from scandall free might rest.
But seeing I am no hideous monster borne,
But haue that shape which other men do beare,
Which forme great Iupiter did neuer scorne,
Amongst his subiects heere on earth to weare.
Why should she then that soule with sorrow fill,
Which vowed hath to loue and serue hir still.
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