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Sonnet XIII.
[I know, within my mouth for bashfull feare]
I know, within my mouth for bashfull feare,and dread of your disdaine, my words wil die;
I know, I shall be striken dumbe (my deere)
with doubt of your vnpittifull reply;
I know, when as I shall before you lie
prostrate and humble, crauing help of you,
Mistie aspects will cloude your sun-bright eye,
& scornefull lookes oreshade your beauties hewe,
I know, when I shall pleade my loue so true,
so stainelesse, constant, loyall, and vpright,
My truthfull pleadings will not cause you rue
the ne're-heard state of my distressed plight.
I know, when I shall come with face bedight
with streaming teares, faln frō my fountaine eyes,
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