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8
SONNET II.
[My Love I can compare with nought on earth]
My Love I can compare with nought on earth,And all my fear is only lest she be,
Like all we prize too much, remov'd from me,
'Mong amaranths to bloom of heavenly birth.
The fields of Cam bear witness of her worth;
The pleasant Lea soft murmurs in her praise;
Fair Cheshunt still rejoiceth in her mirth;
And Thamis at her feet his treasure lays!
Italia bright would claim her for its own;
But Albion, the seat of all my bliss,
Divides with it the boast, and prouder is
Of this than the chief jewel of her crown.
Happy is he who may possess this flower,
For which two nations wreathe so rare a dower!
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