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SONNET 1.
[Cvrteous Caliope, vouchsafe to lend]
Cvrteous Caliope, vouchsafe to lendThy helping hand to my vntuned song,
And grace these lines, which I to write pretend,
Compeld by loue, which doth poore Corin wrong.
And those thy sacred sisters I beseech,
Which on Parnassaes mount do euer dwell,
To shield my countrie muse and rurall speech,
By their diuine authoritie and spell.
Lastly to thee ô Pan, the Shepheards King,
And you swift footed Dryades I call:
Attend to heare a swaine in verse to sing
Sonnets of hir that keepes his hart in thrall:
O Chloris waigh the taske I vndertake,
Thy beautie subiect of my song I make.
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