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Sonnet 34

            ,             ,        ,        ,    2    ,
      Why didst | thou* prom|ise such | a beau|teous day,
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      And make | me tra|vel forth | without | my cloak,
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      To let base clouds | oretake | me in | my way,
       ,             ,   2   ,          ,        ,      
      Hiding | thy brav|ery^in | their^rot|ten smoke?
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      'Tis not | enough | that through | the cloud | thou break,
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      To dry | the rain | on my / storm-beat|en face,
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      For no | man well | of such | a salve | can speak,
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      That heals | the wound, | and cures | not the | disgrace:
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      Nor* can | thy shame | give phys|ic to | my grief;
               ,        ,         ,           ,           ,
      Though thou | repent, | yet^I | *have still | the loss:
         2   ,         ,        ,           ,        ,
      The offen|der's sor|row lends | but weak | relief
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      To him | that bears | the strong | offense|'s cross.
           ,            ,           ,            ,           ,
      Ah* but | those^tears | are pearl | which^thy | love^sheds,
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      And they | are rich | and ransom | all ill deeds.

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