| To shunne the fury off the hoote Sunnebeame |
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| Iff this be love, to fyxe the Eyes onn grownde |
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| From your fayre eyes the kendlynge sparks were sent |
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| Sonnet |
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| Lyke as the Princely faulcon on the fyste feedynge |
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| Sence course of kinde ordaynes itt to be so |
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| Sonnett |
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| Decayde I fynde my favor and my fate |
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| Retire from me yow pensive thoughts awhile |
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| Whom love commaundes and holdes as humble thrall |
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