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Sonnet XII |
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| Chlll’d by unkind Honora’s alter’d eye, | ||
| “Why droops my heart with pining woe forlorn,” | ||
| Thankless for much of good?-what thousands, born | ||
| To ceaseless toll beneath this wintry sky, | ||
| 5 | Or to brave deathful oceans surging high, | |
| Or fell Disease’s fever’d rage to mourn, | ||
| How blest to them would seem my destiny! | ||
| How dear the comforts my rash sorrows scorn! — | ||
| Affection is repaid by causeless hate! | ||
| 10 | A plighted love is changed to cold disdain! | |
| Yet suffer not thy wrongs to shroud thy fate, | ||
| But turn, my soul, to blessings which remain; | ||
| And let this truth the wise resolve create, | ||
| The Heart estranged no anguish can regain. |