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SONNET LVI.
[The dyall loue which shewes how my dayes spende]
The dyall loue which shewes how my dayes spende,The leaden plummets sliding to the ground,
My thoughtes which to darke melancholye bend,
The rowling wheeles, which turne swift howers round
Thine eyes (Parthenophe) my fancies guide:
The watch continually which keepes his stroake,
By whose oft turning euery hower doth slide
Figure the sighes which from my lyuer smoake,
VVhose oft inuasions finish my liues date:
The watchman which each quarter strikes the bell,
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And in each quarter strikes his forces fell:
That hammer, and great bell which endes each hower,
Death my lifes victor, sent by thy loues power.
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