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SONNET 18.
[My Loue, I cannot thy rare beauties place]
My Loue, I cannot thy rare beauties placeVnder those formes which many writers vse,
Some like to stones compare their mistres face:
Some in the name of flowers do loue abuse:
Some makes their loue a goldsmiths shop to be,
Where orient pearles and pretious stones abounde.
In my conceite these farre do disagree,
The perfect praise of beautie foorth to sounde.
O Chloris thou dost imitate thy selfe,
Selfs imitating passeth pretious stones,
Or all the Easterne Indian golden pelfe:
Thy red and white with purest faire attones,
Matchlesse for beautie nature hath thee framed,
Onely vnkinde, and cruell thou art named.
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