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Sonnet (II)

 Sure Lord, there is enough in thee to dry 
Oceans of Ink ; for, as the Deluge did 
Cover the Earth, so doth thy Majesty : 
Each Cloud distills thy praise, and doth forbid 
Poets to turn it to another use. 
Roses and Lillies speak thee ; and to make 
A pair of Cheeks of them, is thy abuse. 
Why should I Womens eyes for Chrystal take? 
Such poor invention burns in their low mind, 
Whose fire is wild, and doth not upward go 
To praise, and on thee Lord, some Ink bestow. 
Open the bones, and you shall nothing find 
In the best face but filth, when Lord, in thee 
The beauty lies, in the discovery






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