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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sonnet XXVIII</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=374482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THe laurell leafe, which you this day doe weare,<br>guies me great hope of your relenting mynd:<br>for since it is the badg which I doe beare,<br>ye bearing it doe seeme to me inclind:<br>The powre thereof, which ofte in me I find,<br>let it lykewise your gentle brest inspire<br>with sweet infusion, and put you in mind<br>of that proud mayd, whom now those leaues attyre<br>Proud Daphne scorning Phaebus louely fyre,<br>on the Thessalian shore from him did flie:<br>for which the gods in theyr reuengefull yre<br>did her transforme into a laurell tree.<br>Then fly no more fayre loue from Phebus chace,<br>but in your brest his leafe and loue embrace.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Edmund+Spenser">Edmund Spenser</a></strong></div>

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