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| 50. | SONNET 50.
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SONNET 50.
[Colin I know that in thy loftie wit]
Colin I know that in thy loftie witThou wilt but laugh at these my youthfull lines,
Content I am, they should in silence sit,
Obscurd from light, to sing their sad designes:
But that it pleased thy graue shepherdhood
The Patron of my maiden verse to bee,
When I in doubt of raging Enuie stood,
And now I waigh not who shall Chloris see.
For fruit before it comes to full perfection
But blossomes is, as euery man doth know:
So these being bloomes, and vnder thy protection
In time I hope to ripenes more will grow.
And so I leaue thee to thy woorthy muse,
Desiring thee all faults heere to excuse.
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