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Marquerite SONNET NO.22
- My glass shall not persuade me I am old,
So long as youth and thou are of one date,
For when in thee times furrows I behold,
Then look I death my days should expiate,
For all that beauty that doth cover thee ,
Is but the seemly raiment of my heart,
Which in thy breast doth live as thine in me,
How can I then be elder than thou art?
0, therefore love, be of yourself so wary,
As I not for myself but for thee will,
Bearing thy heart , which I will keep so chary
As tender nurse her babe from fairing ill,
Presume not on thy heart when mine is slain,
Thou gavest me thine not to give back again.
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