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Sonnet LXXXII pdf version
 
I grant thou wert not married to my Muse1
And therefore mayst without attaint o'erlook2
The dedicated words which writers use3
Of their fair subject, blessing every book4
Thou art as fair in knowledge as in hue,5
Finding thy worth a limit past my praise,6
And therefore art enforced to seek anew7
Some fresher stamp of the time-bettering days8
And do so, love; yet when they have devised9
What strained touches rhetoric can lend,10
Thou truly fair wert truly sympathized11
In true plain words by thy true-telling friend;12
    And their gross painting might be better used13
    Where cheeks need blood; in thee it is abused.14