. so muco thy wine

    remble ? tead

    Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

    the on me!

    As brig count it strange,

    For love, to give up acres and degree,

    I yield thy sake, and exchange

    My near s view of hee!

    Sonnet 24 - Let trong>

    XXIV

    Let the worlds sharpness, like a clasping knife,

    S in upon itself and do no harm

    In t and warm,

    And let us rife

    After tting. Life to lifeamp;mdash;

    I lean upon t alarm,

    And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

    Against tab of worldlings, who if rife

    Are o injure. Very ill

    the lilies of our lives may reassure

    ts, accessible

    Alone to  drop not fewer,

    Groraig of mans reache hill.

    God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

    Sonnet 25 - A , Beloved, rong>

    XXV

    A , Beloved, have I borne

    From year to year until I sahy face,

    And sorroer sorroook the place

    Of all tural joys as lightly worn

    As tringed pearls, eaced in its turn

    By a beating  at dance-time. hopes apace

    ere co long despairs, till Gods own grace

    Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

    My . t bid me bring

    And let it drop ado

    Deep being! Fast it sinkething

    s oure dotate,

    , mediating

    Bet tars and te.