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SONNET 14.
[Moornfull Amintas thou didst pine with care]
Moornfull Amintas thou didst pine with care,Bicause the fates by their vntimely doome,
Of life bereft thy louing Phillis faire:
When thy loues spring did first begin to bloome.
My care doth counteruaile that care of thine,
And yet my Chloris drawes hir angrie breath,
My hopes still hoping hopelesse now repine,
For liuing she doth adde to me but death.
Thy Phillis dying, loued thee full deere,
My Chloris liuing, hates poore Coryns loue,
Thus doth my woe as great as thine appeere,
Though sundry accents both our sorrowes moue.
Thy swan-like songs, did shew thy dying anguish:
These weeping truce-men shew I liuing languish.
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