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| SONNET 74 |
| But be contented: when that fell arrest |
| Without all bail shall carry me away, |
| My life hath in this line some interest, |
| Which for memorial still with thee shall stay. |
| When thou reviewest this, thou dost review |
| The very part was consecrate to thee: |
| The earth can have but earth, which is his due; |
| My spirit is thine, the better part of me: |
| So then thou hast but lost the dregs of life, |
| The prey of worms, my body being dead, |
| The coward conquest of a wretch's knife, |
| Too base of thee to be remembered. |
| The worth of that is that which it contains, |
| And that is this, and this with thee remains. |
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