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TO ADINE.
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SONNET VI. TO ADINE.
Lady! I know three poets who know thee;And all write sonnets, in the which they sware
That thou art most superlatively fair,
Meek, silver-voiced—and so forth. As for me,
Not having seen thee, I am fancy-free;
And, pretty lady, little do I care
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A being to whom Bards must bow the knee,
Or a mere woman, with good face and shape;—
I only know that I'm so tired of hearing
The list of thy perfections, that I gape
Sometimes instead of duly sonnetteering;
And therefore am I called brute, bear, and ape,
And other names ‘past mentioning or bearing.’
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