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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet XXXII: Like as the Spotless Ermelin
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To M. P.

Like as the spotless Ermelin distress`d, 
Circumpass`d round with filth and loathsome mud, 
Pines in her grief, imprison`d in her nest, 
And cannot issue forth to seek her good, 
So I environ`d with a hateful want 
Look to the heav`ns, the heav`ns yield forth no grace; 
I search the earth, the earth I find as scant; 
I view my self, my self in woeful case. 
Heav`n nor earth will not, my self cannot work 
A way through want to free my soul from care; 
But I must pine, and in my pining lurk, 
Lest my sad looks bewray me how I fare. 
My fortune mantled with a cloud s`obscure 
Thus shades my life so long as wants endure.
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