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| SONNET 67 |
| Ah! wherefore with infection should he live, |
| And with his presence grace impiety, |
| That sin by him advantage should achieve |
| And lace itself with his society? |
| Why should false painting imitate his cheek |
| And steal dead seeing of his living hue? |
| Why should poor beauty indirectly seek |
| Roses of shadow, since his rose is true? |
| Why should he live, now Nature bankrupt is, |
| Beggar'd of blood to blush through lively veins? |
| For she hath no exchequer now but his, |
| And, proud of many, lives upon his gains. |
| O, him she stores, to show what wealth she had |
| In days long since, before these last so bad. |
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