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Sonnet 99

           ,        ,          ,   ,        ,
      The for|ward vi|olet / thus did | I chide,
              ,              ,            ,           ,             ,
      Sweet^thief | whence^didst | thou steal | thy sweet | that smells  ??
          ,                 ,      ,          ,        ,
      If not | from my / love's breath,| the pur|ple pride,
             ,         ,      ,              ,         ,
      Which on | thy soft | cheek for | complex|ion dwells?
                ,      ,            ,          ,        ,
      In my / love's veins | thou hast | too gros|sly dyed.
           ,    ,       ,       ,          ,
      The li|ly I | condem|ned for | thy hand,
            ,        ,     ,           x           ,
      And buds | of mar|joram | had stolen | thy hair,
           ,       ,      ,         ,           ,
      The ro|ses fear|fully | on thorns | did stand,
            ,         ,       ,        ,         ,
      One^blush|ing shame,| ano|ther white | despair:
          ,          ,          ,            x          ,
      A third | nor red,| nor white,| had stolen | of both,
           ,        ,    2   ,        ,            ,
      And to | his rob|bery had | annexed | thy breath,
           ,          ,          ,         ,           ,
      But for | his theft | in pride | of all | his growth
          ,        ,       ,         ,        ,
      A venge|ful can|ker eat | him up | to death.
              x         ,       ,        ,           ,
      More flowers | I no|ted, yet | I none | could see,
            ,         ,      ,          x            ,
      But sweet,| or co|lor it | had stolen | from thee.

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