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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet XX: What It Is to Breathe
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What it is to breathe and live without life; 
How to be pale with anguish, red with fear; 
T`have peace abroad, and nought within but strife; 
Wish to be present, and yet shun t`appear; 
How to be bold far off, and bashful near; 
How to think much, and have no words to speak; 
To crave redress, yet hold affliction dear; 
To have affection strong, a body weak; 
Never to find, and evermore to seek; 
And seek that which I dare not hope to find; 
T`affect this life, and yet this life disleek; 
Grateful t`another, to myself unkind: 
This cruel knowledge of these contraries, 
Delia, my heart hath learn`d out of those eyes.
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