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Henry King - SONNET. When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear
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When I entreat, either thou wilt not hear, 
Or else my suit arriving at thy ear 
Cools and dies there. A strange extremitie 
To freeze ith` Sun, and in the shade to frie. 
Whil`st all my blasted hopes decline so soon, 
Tis Evening with me, though at high Noon. 
For pity to thy self, if not to me 
Think time will ravish, what I lose, from thee. 
If my scorcht heart wither through thy delay, 
Thy beauty withers too. And swift decay 
Arrests thy Youth. So thou whil`st I am slighted 
Wilt be too soon with age or sorrow nighted.
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