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SONET.
[From this Abydos where I duyne and die]
From this Abydos where I duyne and die,And sore God know's against my hart remaine,
I wreat with wo sweet Sestian Saint to thee,
And blacke this Paper with the Inck of paine,
No waltering waues of Neptuns moone-mou'd maine:
Nor Hellesponts impetuous contrare tyde,
No Sea nor Flood, no stormie Wind nor Raine,
Are lets or barrs that from thy bounds I bide,
My wayes allace doth ielous Argus keepe,
And I am not acquent with Mercur's skill,
To lull and bring his watching eyes asleepe,
That I may wish, and thou may haue thy will:
Yet till we meet, a constant Hero proue,
And whill I liue thou art Leanders Loue.
CRAIGE.
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