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Some hold it strange that love like thine and mine / 'Twixt two in state so sunder'd should be bred, / That he who did all worths in him combine, / Birth, beauty, wit, wealth, me thus honourèd, / Me, the poor motley, maim'd by Fortune's spite, / Sear'd and o'erworn with tyranny of time, / Whose wit was but the wit to learn to write / When thou, my Muse, inspir'dst my pupil rhyme.
Thou wert the wide world's pride, but I his scorn; / His pattern thou, I his poor toy and tool; / Whence therefore should that tender love be born / 'Twixt Fortune's minion thee, and me her fool?