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SONNET XV.—To the Worldlings.
Speak not to me of fortune or base gain;Both Indies hold no treasure half so fair
As she I love. Dull lead can ye compare
With rubies or with diamonds? Cease your strain.
Have I not eyes that kindly look on me;
Lips that to touch would charm an anchorite;
Calm hope that lives in dimples, where delight
Sits ever thron'd; a voice whose melody
The west winds imitate when they would press
The rosy cheek of June; smiles far more cheering
Than bright Apollo's, thro' the dark clouds peering;
With these a heart that even despair might bless?
Away ye worldly crew; or tell me which
Of all yon servile crowd is half so rich?
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