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Sonnet XIII.
[Breathing forth sighes of most hart-breaking might]
Breathing forth sighes of most hart-breaking might,my teares, my sighes, and me, you will despise,
I know, when with the power that in me lyes,
and all the prayers and vowes that women moue,
I shall in humblest mercy-mouing wise
intreate, beseech, desire, and beg your loue,
I know, (sweet mayden) all will not remoue
flynt-harted rigour from your rocky breast,
But all my meanes, my sute, and what I proue,
proues bad, and I must liue in all vnrest.
Dying in life, and liuing still in death,
And yet nor die, nor drawe a life-like breath.
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