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<p style="color:#333333;font-weight:normal;font-size:16px;line-height:30px;font-family:Helvetica,Arial,sans-serif;hyphens:auto;text-align:justify;" data-flag="normal">SONNET 125<span>Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,</span><br><span>With my extern the outward honouring,</span><br><span>Or laid great bases for eternity,</span><br><span>Which proves more short than waste or ruining;</span><br><span>Have I not seen dwellers on form and favour</span><br><span>Lose all, and more, by paying too much rent,</span><br><span>For compound sweet forgoing simple savour,</span><br><span>Pitiful thrivers, in their gazing spent?</span><br><span>No; -- let me be obsequious in thy heart,</span><br><span>And take thou my oblation, poor but free,</span><br><span>Which is not mix'd with seconds, knows no art,</span><br><span>But mutual render, only me for thee.</span><br><span> Hence, thou suborn'd informer! a true soul,</span><br><span> When most impeach'd, stands lea...