Sonet 58
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Sir William Alexander
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Feare not, my Faire, that euer any chaunce
So shake the resolutions of my mind,
That like Demophon changing with the wind,
I thy fames rent not labor to enhaunce:
The ring which thou in signe of fauour gaue,
Shall from fine gold transforme it selfe in glasse:
The Diamond which then so solid was,
Soft like the waxe, each image shall receiue:
First shall each riuer turne vnto the spring,
The tallest Oke stand trembling like a reed,
Harts in the aire, Whales on the mountaines feed,
And foule confusions seaze on euery thing;
Before that I begin to change in ought,
Or on another but bestow one thought.
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