Sonnets, [107]. “Not mine own fears, nor theh prophetic soul/ Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come,/ Can yet the lease of my true love control,/ Suppos’d as forfeit to a confin’d doom./ The mortal moon hath her eclipse endur’d/ And the sad augurs mock their own presage;/ Incertainties now crown themselves assur’d/ And peace proclaims olives of endless age./ Now with the drops of this most balmy time/ My love looks fresh, and Death to me subscribes,/ Since, spite of him, I’ll live in this poor rhyme,/ While he insults o’er dull and speechless tribes;/ And thou in this shalt find thy monument,/ When tyrants’ crests and tombs of brass are spent.”

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