Sonnet (I)
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y God, where is that ancient heat towards thee,Wherewith whole showls of Martyrs once did burn,Besides their other flames? Doth PoetryWear Venus livery? only serve her turn?Why are not Sonnets made of thee? and layesUpon thine Altar burnt? Cannot thy loveHeighten a spirit to sound out thy praiseAs well as any she? Cannot thy DoveOut-strip their Cupid easily in flight?Or, since thy wayes are deep, and still the fame,Will not a verse run smooth that bears thy name!Why doth that fire, which by thy power and mightEach breast does feel, no braver fuel chooseThan that, which one day, Worms, may chance refuse?
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