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Sonnet LXXII
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Sonnet LXXII
[Cælica, you that excell in flesh and wit]
Cælica, you that excell in flesh and wit,
In whose sweet heart Loue doth both ebb and flow
Returning faith more than it tooke from it,
Whence doth the Change, the World thus speakes on, grow?
In whose sweet heart Loue doth both ebb and flow
Returning faith more than it tooke from it,
Whence doth the Change, the World thus speakes on, grow?
If Worthinesse doe ioy to be admired,
My soule, you know, onely be-wonders you;
If Beauties glorie be to be desired,
My heart is nothing else; What need you new?
My soule, you know, onely be-wonders you;
If Beauties glorie be to be desired,
My heart is nothing else; What need you new?
If louing ioy of worths beloued be,
And ioyes not simple, but still mutuall,
Whom can you more loue, than you haue lou'd me?
Vnlesse in your heart there be more than all;
Since Loue no doomes-day hath, where bodies change,
Why should new be delight, not being strange?
And ioyes not simple, but still mutuall,
Whom can you more loue, than you haue lou'd me?
Vnlesse in your heart there be more than all;
Since Loue no doomes-day hath, where bodies change,
Why should new be delight, not being strange?
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