Shake-speares Sonnets, Never before Imprinted/Sonnet 26

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26Lord of my loue, to whome in vassalageThy merrit hath my dutie strongly knit;To thee I send this written ambassageTo witnesse duty, not to shew my wit.Duty so great, which wit so poore as mineMay make seeme bare, in wanting words to shew it;But that I hope some good conceipt of thineIn thy soules thought (all naked) will bestow it:Til whatsoeuer star that guides my mouing,Points on me gratiously with faire aspect,And puts apparrell on my tottered louing, ​To show me worthy of their sweet respect,Then may I dare to boast how I doe loue thee,Til then, not show my head where thou maist proue me

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