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 deaths sorrow springeth; | |
As to swan in last disease. | |
For no dumbness, nor death bringeth | |
Stay to true loves melody: | |
Heart and soul do sing in me. | 40 |
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