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SONNET 41.

[Faire Shepheardesse when as these rusticke lines]

Faire Shepheardesse when as these rusticke lines
Comes to thy sight, waigh but with what affection
Thy seruile doth depaint his sad desines,
Which to redres of thee he makes election.
If so you scorne you kill, if you seeme coye
You wound poore Corine to the very hart:
If that you smile you shall increase his ioye:
If these you like you banish do all smart.
And this I do protest most fairest faire,
My muse shall neuer cease that hill to clime,
To which the learned Muses do repaire,
And all to deifie thy name in rime.
And neuer none shall write with truer minde,
As by all proofe and triall you shall finde.