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SONNET LXIX.
[The leauelesse branches of the liuelesse bowes]
The leauelesse branches of the liuelesse bowesCarue winters out-rage in their withered barkes:
The withered wrinckles, in my carefull browes
Figure from whence, they drew those crooked markes:
Downe from the Thracean mountaines, okes of might,
And loftie firres into the valley fall,
Sure signe where Boreas hath vsurp'te his right,
And that long there, no Syluanes dally shall:
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For Neptunes rage, with Amphitrite weepe:
My lookes, and passions, likewise shewe my wounde,
And how some fayre regard did strike it deepe.
These braunches, blasted trees, and fieldes so watred,
For wrinckles, sighes, and teares, fore shew thine hatred.
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