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Sonnet 28 In tyme the strong and statelie turrets fall…
In tyme the strong and statelie turrets fall,
In tyme the Rose, and silver Lillies die,
In tyme the Monarchs captives are and thrall,
In tyme the sea, and rivers are made drie:
In tyme the Rose, and silver Lillies die,
In tyme the Monarchs captives are and thrall,
In tyme the sea, and rivers are made drie:
Sonnet 55 So oft as I her beauty doe behold…
So oft as I her beauty doe behold,
and therewith doe her cruelty compare,
I marvaile of what substance was the mould
the which her made attonce so cruell-faire.
and therewith doe her cruelty compare,
I marvaile of what substance was the mould
the which her made attonce so cruell-faire.