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Sonnet XXXVI
[Kings that in youth like all things else, are fine]
Kings that in youth like all things else, are fine,
Haue some who for their childish faults are beaten;
When more yeeres vnto greater vice incline,
Some, whom the world doth for their errors threaten:
Haue some who for their childish faults are beaten;
When more yeeres vnto greater vice incline,
Some, whom the world doth for their errors threaten:
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So Cupid, you, who boast of Princes blood,
For Womens Princelike weakenesses are blamed,
And common errour, yet not vnderstood,
Makes you for their New-fanglenesse, defamed.
For Womens Princelike weakenesses are blamed,
And common errour, yet not vnderstood,
Makes you for their New-fanglenesse, defamed.
Poore Women sweare, they ignorant of harmes,
With gentle minds perchance take easie motions;
Sweet nature yeelding to the pleasing charmes
Of Mans false lust disguised with deuotion;
But which are worse, Kings ill, or easly led,
Schooles of this truth are yet not brought a-bed.
With gentle minds perchance take easie motions;
Sweet nature yeelding to the pleasing charmes
Of Mans false lust disguised with deuotion;
But which are worse, Kings ill, or easly led,
Schooles of this truth are yet not brought a-bed.
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