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Poem	SONNET CCIX. Parrà forse ad alcun, che 'n lodar quella. HE INVITES THOSE TO WHOM HIS PRAISES SEEM EXCESSIVE TO BEHOLD THE OBJECT OF THEM. Haply my style to some may seem too freeIn praise of her who holds my being's chain,Queen of her sex describing her to reign,Wise, winning, good, fair, noble, chaste to be:To me it seems not so; I fear that sheMy lays as low and trifling may disdain,Worthy a higher and a better strain;—Who thinks not with me let him come and see.Then will he say, She whom his wishes seekIs one indeed whose grace and worth might tireThe muses of all lands and either lyre.But mortal tongue for state divine is weak,And may not soar; by flattery and force,As Fate not choice ordains, Love rules its course. Macgregor.
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