Friday, January 3, 2003

Sonnet X: O Then I Love Comments

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O then I love and draw this weary breath,
For her the cruel Fair, within whose brow
I written find the sentence of my death
In unkind letters, wrought she cares not how.
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Samuel Daniel
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Dr Antony Theodore 23 May 2019

The truest love that ever yet was seen. And cause her leave to triumph in this wise Upon the prostrate spoil of that poor heart very good poem. tony

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