WHO hath his fancy pleased, | |
| With fruits of happy sight; | |
| Let here his eyes be raised, | |
| On Nature’s sweetest light. | |
| A light, which doth dissever | 5 |
| And yet unite the eyes; | |
| A light, which dying never, | |
| Is cause the looker dies. | |
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| She never dies, but lasteth | |
| In life of lover’s heart: | 10 |
| He ever dies that wasteth | |
| In love his chiefest part. | |
| Thus is her life still guarded | |
| In never dying faith, | |
| Thus is his death rewarded, | 15 |
| Since she lives in his death. | |
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| Look then and die! The pleasure | |
| Doth answer well the pain. | |
| Small loss of mortal treasure, | |
| Who may immortal gain. | 20 |
| Immortal be her graces, | |
| Immortal is her mind: | |
| They fit for heavenly places, | |
| This heaven in it doth bind. | |
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| But eyes these beauties see not, | 25 |
| Nor sense that grace descries: | |
| Yet eyes; deprivèd be not, | |
| From sight of her fair eyes. | |
| Which as of inward glory | |
| They are the outward seal; | 30 |
| So may they live still sorry, | |
| Which die not in that weal. | |
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| But who hath fancies pleased | |
| With fruits of happy sight; | |
| Let here his eyes be raised | 35 |
| On Nature’s sweetest light! | |
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