My deare groundlyngs, this day I do present to thee my sonnet four. In this poesie, I but but entreat the young man traffike not with himself, but save his seed for a goode wife. If thou dost find thou needest some aide to guide thy reading, thou canst finde it here:
http://www.shakespeares-sonnets.com/sonnet/4
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