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Samuel Daniel - Sonnet XXXIII: My Cares Draw
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My cares draw on mine everlasting night; 
In horror`s sable clouds sets my life`s sun; 
My life`s sweet sun, my dearest comfort`s light, 
Will rise no more to me whose day is done. 
I go before unto the Myrtle shades, 
To attend the presence of my world`s Dear, 
And there prepare her flowers that never fades, 
And all things fit against her coming there. 
If any ask me why so soon I came, 
I`ll hide her sin, and say it was my lot; 
In life and death I`ll tender her good name; 
My life nor death shall never be her blot. 
Although this world may seem her deed to blame, 
Th`Elisean ghosts shall never know the same.
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