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SONNET XLIX.
[Coole coole in waues, thy beames intollerable]
Coole coole in waues, thy beames intollerableO sunne, no sonne but most vnkinde stepfather,
By law nor nature fier but rebell rather,
Foole foole these labours are inextricable,
A burthen whose weight is importable,
A Syren which within thy brest doth bath her
A fiend which doth in graces garments grath her,
A fortresse whose force is impregnable:
From my loues lymbeck still still'd teares, oh teares!
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Like Nyobe conuert mine hart to marble:
Or with fast-flowing pyne my body drye
And ryd me from dispaires chyll'd feares, oh feares!
Which on mine heben harpes hart strings do warble.
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