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Sonnet LIX
THrise happie she, that is so well assured
Vnto her selfe and setled so in hart:
That nether will for better be allured,
Ne feard with worse to any chaunce to start,
But like a steddy ship doth strongly part
The raging waues and keepes her course aright:
Ne ought for tempest doth from it depart,
Ne ought for fayrer weathers false delight.
Such selfe assurance need not feare the spight,
Of grudging foes, ne fauour seek of friends:
But in the stay of her owne stedfast might,
Nether to one her selfe nor other bends.
Most happy she that most assured doth rest,
But he most happy who such one loues best.
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