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SONNET 19.
[The Hound by eating grasse doth finde reliefe]
The Hound by eating grasse doth finde reliefe,For being sicke it is his choysest meate:
The wounded Hart doth ease his paine and griefe
If he the herbe Dictamion may eate:
The loathsome Snake renewes his sight againe:
When he casts off his withered coate and hue:
The skie bred Eagle fresh age doth obtaine
When he his beake decaied doth renue.
I woorse then these whose sore no salue can cure,
Whose griefe no herbe, nor plant nor tree can ease,
Remedilesse I still must paine indure,
Till I my Chloris furious moode can please:
She like the Scorpion gaue to me a wound,
And like the Scorpion she must make me sound.
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