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Wilfrid Scawen Blunt - The Love Sonnets Of Proteus. Part IV: Vita Nova: LXXXVII
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 Thy ways were not my ways. Thy life was peace,
 And mine has been a battle. Thou didst store
 Thy soul`s wealth sternly to a sure increase,
 And thy revenue`s much still swelled to more.
 Thou squanderedst nothing on the pomp of war,
 The lust of glory. No mad covetous eyes
 Were thine upon thy neighbour`s lands afar,
 His wealth, his wife, his fenceless vanities.
 Thou wert a brave, just man, whom all men knew
 And trusted, and some loved, and thou to me
 Wert as a tower of strength, a sanctuary
 To which I fled from the world`s maddened crew,
 Wounded by me, and there with bloodstained hands
 Clung to the altar of thy innocence.
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