The Tragicall Death of Sophonisba Written by David Mvrray |
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15. Sonet.
[Daies, houres and nights thy presence may deteine]
Daies, houres and nights thy presence may deteine,But neither day, nor houre, nor night shal not
Barre thy sweet beauty from mine eyes vnseene,
Since so diuinely printed in my thought,
That skilful Greeke, that Loues Idæa wrought,
And lim'd it so exactly to the eye,
When beauties rarest patterns he had sought,
With this thy portrait could not matched bee,
Tho on a table he, most skilful he,
In rarest collours rarest parts presented,
So on a hart if one may match a tree,
Tho skillesse I thy rarer shape haue painted.
Not by Loues selfe, Loues beauty formed he,
But by thy selfe, thy selfe art form'd in me.
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