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SONNET XXII.
[From thine harts euer burning vestall fier]
From thine harts euer burning vestall fier,The torch-light of two sunnes is norisht still.
Which in milde compasse still surmounting hyer
There orbes with circled harmonie fulfill.
Whose rowling wheeles runne on Meridian line,
And turning, the turne backe the mistie night,
Report of which cleare wonder did incline
Mine eyes to gaze vpon that vncouth light,
On it till I was sun-burnt did I gaze,
Which with a feruent agonie possest me.
Then did I sweate, and swelt, mine eyes daze
Till that a burning feuer had opprest me:
Which made me faint, no Phisicke hath represt me.
For I trye all, yet for to make me sound
Ay me! no grasse, nor Phisicke may be found.
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