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Seccombe and Arber, comps.  Elizabethan Sonnets.  1904.
Laura—Part III.
XXIX. None dares now look more on my Laura’s face
Robert Tofte (1561–1620)
NONE dares now look more on my LAURA’s face,
So dangerous is her beauty to behold:
For he no sooner gives to her the gaze;
But straight his heart, She takes from him so bold.
  Such virtue ’s locked within those ebon eyes;        5
  Where, dallying with Delight, Dan CUPID lies.
So sweetly rolleth She that radiant sphere,
As She, from whom She lists, robs suddenly:
So as to look on her, each one doth fear;
And yet to look on her, spare will not I!        10
  For though I lose my Heart, and him disease.
  I like shall my Desire; and her I’ll please.

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