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XIV. SONETT.

Cast of thy dole, thou dreyrye, dolent wight,
It semes the noght suche weides of woe to weare;
Let widdows olde in murninge blacke them dight
By outwarde robes to shewe ther inwarde cheare;
Lyke to thy self now lett thy self appeare;
Thou canst not let the Soone to shyne out right,
No more thy weides can darke thy bewtye cleare,
But euery wher of force it must giue light;
Showe nowe thy vertues lyke thy bewty bright;
Showe nowe thy pacience buried in thy breist;
Let vs not mourne to lacke thy lonesome sight
Vppon whose lookes so manye lookes do reste;
Hoyse vpp our hartes, and cast from the thy geare;
Tis age murnes aye & not younge ladyes fayre.
Finis.