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Random Poem of the Day

1Hope, art thou true, or doest thou flatter me?
2Doth Stella now begin with piteous eye,
3The ruines of her conquest to espie:
4Will she take time, before all wracked be?
5Her eyes-speech is translated thus by thee.
7Looke on againe, the faire text better trie:
8What blushing notes doest thou in margine see?
9What sighes stolne out, or kild before full borne?
10Hast thou found such and such like arguments?
11Or art thou else to comfort me forsworne?
12Well, how so thou interpret the contents,
13I am resolu'd thy errour to maintaine,

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