Sonet 58 To the Lady Anne Harington
Madam, my words cannot expresse my mind, My zealous kindnes to make knowne to you, When your desarts all seuerally I find; In this attempt of me doe claim their due, Your gracious kindnes that doth claime my hart; Your bounty bids my hand to make it knowne, Of me your vertues each doe claime a part, And leaue me thus the least part of mine owne. What should commend your modesty and wit, Is by your wit and modesty commended And standeth dumbe, in much admiring it, And where it should begin, it there is ended; Returning this your prayses onely due, And to your selfe say you are onely you.
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