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Sonnet. 5.
[Thou fortunes foot-ball, whom she vs'd to tosse]
Thou fortunes foot-ball, whom she vs'd to tosse,
From wrong to wrong, from wo to wo againe:
From griefe rebounding backe to pinching paine,
As't please the blind-fold Dame to blesse or crosse:
But thou, vnmou'd with either gaine or losse,
Nor ioy, nor care, could vexe thy constant braine:
Thou smil'dst at all her buffets with disdaine,
And all her fauours thou esteem'dst as drosse:
Her and her Fauorites thou still didst deeme
Iust as they are, not as they seeme to be:
Her Minions all as fooles thou didst esteeme,
And that's the cause she would not fauour thee:
Then since such reck'ning she of fooles doth make:
Would thou hadst beene one, for her fauours sake.
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