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SONNET 43.

[Thou glorious sunne, from whence my lesser light]

Thou glorious sunne, from whence my lesser light
The substance of his christall shine doth borrow,
Let these my mones finde fauor in thy sight,
And with remorce extinguish now my sorrow.
Renew those lampes which thy disdaine hath quenched,
As Phœbus doth his sister Phœbes shine,
Consider how thy Coryne being drenched
In seas of woe, to thee his plaints incline.
And at thy feete with teares doth sue for grace,
Which art the goddesse of his chast desire,
Let not thy frowns these labors poore deface
Although aloft they at the first aspire.
And time shall come as yet vnknowne to men
When I more large thy praises foorth shall pen.