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8. Sonet.
[And is it true deere, that you are vnkind?]
And is it true deere, that you are vnkind?
Shall I beleeue sweet Saint that you are so?
I feare you are, but stay, oh! stay my minde:
Too soone to credit that that breeds thy woe,
Yet whether shall my resolutions goe,
To thinke you are, or not vnkinde I must
Th' effect saies I, and yet my fancy, no,
Being loth such vndeserued harme to trust;
My passions thus such opperations breed,
In my deuided soule that I can not,
Conceit you are that which you are indeed:
Imperious loue doth so controll my thought,
Vnhappy I that did such loue imbrace,
Vnconstant you that hates such loue (alasse)
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