Elizabethan Sonnet Cycles: Idea, Fidesa and Chloris

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holes that I

archèd ivory

rinkles, that

r, so curled a

moss upon so

lush with roses

th age as an

th out of thy

ed'st thy nose sh

thou scornst, which

e thee read but