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SONNET 26.

[Though you be faire and beautifull withall]

Though you be faire and beautifull withall,
And I am blacke for which you me despise,
Know that your beauty subiect is to fall
Though you esteeme it at so high a prise.
And time may come when that whereof you boast,
(Which is your youths chief wealth and ornament)
Shall withered be by winters raging froast,
When beauties pride and flowring yeeres are spent.
Then wilt thou morne when none shall thee respect:
Then wilt thou think how thou hast scornd my tears,
Then pitilesse ech one will thee neglect,
When hoary gray shall die thy yellow hears.
Then wilt thou thinke vpon poore Corins case,
Who lou'd thee deere yet liu'd in thy disgrace.