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Poem	SONNET XLIX. Se voi poteste per turbati segni. HE ENTREATS LAURA NOT TO HATE THE HEART FROM WHICH SHE CAN NEVER BE ABSENT. If, but by angry and disdainful sign,By the averted head and downcast sight,By readiness beyond thy sex for flight,Deaf to all pure and worthy prayers of mine,Thou canst, by these or other arts of thine,'Scape from my breast—where Love on slip so slightGrafts every day new boughs—of such despiteA fitting cause I then might well divine:For gentle plant in arid soil to beSeems little suited: so it better were,And this e'en nature dictates, thence to stir.But since thy destiny prohibits theeElsewhere to dwell, be this at least thy careNot always to sojourn in hatred there. Macgregor.
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