| DO not conceale thy radiant eyes, | |
| The starre-light of serenest skies, | |
| Least wanting of their heavenly light, | |
| They turne to Chaos endlesse night. | |
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| Do not conceale those tresses faire, | 5 |
| The silken snares of thy curl'd haire, | |
| Least finding neither gold, nor Ore, | |
| The curious Silke-worme worke no more. | |
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| Do not conceale those brests of thine, | |
| More snowe white then the Apenine, | 10 |
| Least if there be like cold or frost, | |
| The Lilly be for ever lost. | |
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| Do not conceale that fragrant scent, | |
| Thy breath, which to all flowers hath lent | |
| Perfumes, least it being supprest, | 15 |
| No spices growe in all the East. | |
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| Do not conceale thy heavenly voice, | |
| Which makes the hearts of gods rejoyce, | |
| Least Musicke hearing no such thing, | |
| The Nightingale forget to sing. | 20 |
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| Do not conceale, not yet eclipse | |
| Thy pearly teeth with Corrall lips, | |
| Least that the Seas cease to bring forth | |
| Gems, which from thee have all their worth. | |
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| Do not conceale no beauty grace, | 25 |
| That 's either in thy minde or face, | |
| Least vertue overcome by vice, | |
| Make men beleeve no Paradice. | |
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