Sonet 12
To nothing fitter can I thee compare, Then to the sonne of some rich penyfather, Who hauing now brought on his end with care, Leaues to his son all he had heap'd together; This newe rich nouice, lauish of his chest, To one man giues, and on another spends, Then here he ryots, yet amongst the rest, Haps to lend some to one true honest friend. Thy gifts thou in obscuritie doost wast, False friends thy kindnes, borne but to deceiue thee, Thy loue, that is on the unworthy plac'd, Time hath thy beauty, which with age will leaue thee; Onely that little which to me was lent, I giue thee back, when all the rest is spent.
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"To nothing fitter can I thee compare,..."
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