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Sonnet 79

             ,      ,          ,       ,        ,
      Whilst I | alone | did call | upon | thy aid,
           ,        ,         ,         ,        ,
      My verse | alone | had all | thy gent|le grace,
           ,        ,         ,        ,        ,
      But now | my gra|cious num|bers are | decayed,
       .   T   T    T           ,      ,        ,
      And my sick Muse | doth^give | anoth|er place.
          ,              ,          ,      ,     ,
      I grant |(sweet* love)| thy love|ly arg|ument
           ,               ,   ,       ,    2   ,
      Deserves | the tra/vail of | a worth|ier pen;
            ,         ,         ,      ,        ,
      Yet what | of thee | thy po|et doth | invent
           ,          ,         ,         ,       ,
      He robs | thee of,| and pays | it thee | again.
           ,           ,        ,         ,            ,
      He lends | thee vir|tue, and | he stole | that word
            ,       ,         ,       ,         ,
      From thy | behav|ior, beaut|y doth | he give,
            ,         ,         ,         ,        ,
      And found | it in | thy cheek:| he can | afford
            ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      No praise | to thee,| but what | in thee | doth live.
             ,          ,          ,           ,         ,
      Then thank | him not | for that | which he | doth say,
              ,         ,            ,         ,          ,
      Since what | he owes | thee, thou | thyself | dost pay.

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