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SONNET 42.
[Dye, dye, my hopes for you do but augment]
Dye, dye, my hopes for you do but augmentThe burning accents of my deepe despaire,
Disdaine and scorne, your downfall do consent,
Tell to the world she is vnkinde, yet faire.
O eies close vp those euer-running fountaines,
For pitilesse are all the teares you shed
Wherewith you watred haue both dales and mountaines,
I see, I see, remorce from hir is fled.
Packe hence yee sighs into the empty aire,
Into the aire that none your sound may heare,
Sith cruell Chloris hath of you no care,
Although she once esteemed you full deare.
Let Sable night all your disgraces couer,
Yet truer sighes were neuer sigh't by louer.
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