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| YOUR looks so often cast, | |
| Your eyes so friendly roll’d, | |
| Your sight fixed so fast, | |
| Always one to behold; | |
| Though hide it fain ye would, | 5 |
| It plainly doth declare, | |
| Who hath your heart in hold, | |
| And where good will ye bear. | |
| Fain would ye find a cloak | |
| Your brenning fire to hide, | 10 |
| Yet both the flame and smoke | |
| Breaks out on every side. | |
| Ye cannot love so guide, | |
| That it no issue win: | |
| Abroad needs must it glide, | 15 |
| That brens so hot within. | |
| For cause yourself do wink, | |
| Ye judge all other blind; | |
| And secret it you think, | |
| Which every man doth find. | 20 |
| In waste oft spend ye wind, | |
| Yourself in love to quit; | |
| For agues of that kind | |
| Will shew who hath the fit. | |
| Your sighs you fetch from far, | 25 |
| And all to wry your woe; | |
| Yet are ye ne’er the narre: | |
| Men are not blinded so. | |
| Deeply oft swear ye no; | |
| But all those oaths are vain: | 30 |
| So well your eye doth shew, | |
| Who puts your heart to pain. | |
| Think not therefore to hide, | |
| That still itself betrays: | |
| Nor seek means to provide | 35 |
| To dark the sunny days. | |
| Forget those wonted ways; | |
| Leave off such frowning cheer; | |
| There will be found no stays, | |
| To stop a thing so clear. | 40 |
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