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Sonnet XXI
I will not praise
As any mother's child
Making a couplement
Of proud compare
Though not so bright
With sun and moon
With earth and sea's rich gems
That purpose not to sell
As those gold candles
With April's first-born flowers
And all things rare
Fixed in heaven's air
That heaven's air in
This huge rondure hems
