O FAIR! O sweet! when I do look on thee, | |
| In whom all joys so well agree; | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | |
| This you hear is not my tongue, | |
| Which once said what I conceived; | 5 |
| For it was of use bereaved, | |
| With a cruel answer stung. | |
| No! though tongue to roof be cleaved, | |
| Fearing lest he chastised be; | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | 10 |
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| O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, | |
| In whom all joys so well agree; | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | |
| Just accord all music makes: | |
| In thee just accord excelleth; | 15 |
| Where each part in such peace dwelleth, | |
| One of other, beauty takes. | |
| Since then truth to all minds telleth | |
| That in thee, lives harmony: | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | 20 |
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| O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, | |
| In whom all joys so well agree; | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | |
| They that heaven have known, do say | |
| That whoso that grace obtaineth | 25 |
| To see what fair sight there reigneth, | |
| Forcèd are to sing alway. | |
| So then, since that heaven remaineth | |
| In thy face, I plainly see: | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | 30 |
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| O fair! O sweet! when I do look on thee, | |
| In whom all joys so well agree; | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | |
| Sweet! think not I am at ease, | |
| For because my chief part singeth: | 35 |
| This song, from death’s sorrow springeth; | |
| As to swan in last disease. | |
| For no dumbness, nor death bringeth | |
| Stay to true love’s melody: | |
| Heart and soul do sing in me. | 40 |
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