 | The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba
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18. Sonet.
[Deere once you told me that you dream'd my breath]
Deere once you told me that you dream'd my breath
Was past, and that your eyes beheld my graue,
Likewise you sayd that sorrow for my death,
From out those eyes distilling teares beraue,
Ah t'was no dreame! if you will but perceiue
How in effect for you I hourely die,
Thinke that no vision did you then deceiue,
Sith you may view the very truth in me,
If so you dream'd this onely seem's to be:
A dreame that for my death such teares you spent,
Worse then a thousand deaths for you I drie,
Yet for my griefe you neuer teare once lent.
But if for dreaming so you mourn'd so much,
Farre rather mourne that in effect its such.
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