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In this sweete soule and figure, that refineth
Our age with ioyes, with treasures and affection.

O blinding light and face each harts subiection,
Where beauties store to pities want inclineth:
Sweete words, but hard condition of reiection;
Sweete lookes, yet sight that many sorrowes shrineth.

For these sweete Mistresse, I am thus enwrapped,
For these I feare to see mine owne desire,
And passe the time in thinking of thy treasures.
A case most strange, effects that neuer happed,
That seeing thee, I see my greatest pleasures,
And harmes, when that to see thee I require.

After he had made an end of this Sonnet, he began to sing this song with so mar∣uellous sweete grace and delectable voice, that he helde all his hearers in a great suspence, and me (poore sorrowfull soule) that loued him more, then euer any coulde be.

TO see thee I lift vp my happie eies,
And hauing seene thee, cast them downe againe.
For further to proceede the same denies:
Nor other ioy but thy loue to containe.

What greater glory is there then to view thee,
If that he knew the sight that he did see,
For neuer was there any one that knew thee,
That could be wearie of beholding thee,
And though he could not knowe thee any wise
As well as I haue knowen thee to my paine,
Yet should he be besides himselfe, if dies
Not at the least, to see thee once againe.

If that my erring pen did others praise
It was but trid, I see, vpon the lest,
For they were all but papers of essaies
Of that, wherewith thou truly wert possest.
And if (before I lou’d thee) with surmise,
My pen hath for some other writ in vaine,
It was not for bicause I sawe her eies,
But hop’t it should see such a Soueraine.

Nature in framing thee did so excell
And shew’d so braue a skill and suttle art,
That one of thy perfections serued well
Beautie to thousand others to impart.

She that to thee is like in any wise


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