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Sonnet 10. She whom I serve to write did not despise

She whom I serve to write did not despise—
Few words, but which with wonder filled my sprite
How from dark ink, as from springs of delight,
Beauty, sweetness, grace, joy and love should rise;

Till I remembered, that those fairest eyes
Whose beams are joys and love did lend their light,
That happy hand, those blessed words did write
Which where it toucheth, marks of beauty ties;

Those ruby lips, full of nectar divine,
A rosy breath sis on the words bestow,
That heavenly face did on the paper shine
From whose least motion thousand graces flow,

And that fair mind the subject did approve,
Which is itself, all other praise above. 

1. Сонет 21. Зачем ты говоришь, что я богат • Sonnet 21. Alas why say you I am ritch?
2. Sonnet 12. Who gives himself, may ill his words deny
3. Sonnet 8. If that her worth I could as well forget
4. Sonnet 15. You that haue power to kil, haue will to saue
5. Sonnet 6. When rest locks up the treasures of delight

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