I grant, sweet love, thy lovely argument
Deserves the travail of a worthier pen,
Yet what of thee thy poet doth invent
He robs thee of, and pays it thee again.
(Sonnet 79: Whilst I Alone Did Call Upon Thy Aid)
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And wear my dagger with the braver grace,
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With a reed voice; and turn two mincing steps
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