Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage

Lord of my love, to whom in vassalageThy merit hath my duty strongly knit,To thee I send this written embassageTo witness duty, not to show my wit—Duty so great, which wit so poor as mineMay make seem bare, in wanting words to show it,But that I hope some good conceit of thineIn thy soul's thought, all naked, will bestow it;Till whatsoever star that guides my movingPoints on me graciously with

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