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Dorus his comparisons.
My Sheepe are thoughts, which I both guide and serue,Their pasture is faire hills of fruitlesse loue:
On barren sweetes they feede, and feeding sterue,
I waile their lot, but will not other proue.
My sheepe-hooke is wanne hope, which all vpholds:
My weedes, desires, cut out in endlesse folds.
What wooll my Sheepe shall beare, while thus they liue:
In you it is, you must the iudgement giue.
FINIS.
S. Phil. Sidney.
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