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| WHEN, to my deadly pleasure; | |
| When, to my lively torment, | |
| Lady! mine eyes remained | |
| Joined, alas, to your beams. | |
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| With violence of heav’nly | 5 |
| Beauty tied to virtue, | |
| Reason abash’d retired; | |
| Gladly my senses yielded. | |
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| Gladly my senses yielding, | |
| Thus to betray my heart’s fort; | 10 |
| Left me devoid of all life. | |
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| They to the beamy suns went; | |
| Where by the death of all deaths: | |
| Find to what harm they hastened. | |
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| Like to the silly Sylvan; | 15 |
| Burned by the light he best liked, | |
| When with a fire he first met. | |
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| Yet, yet, a life to their death, | |
| Lady! you have reservèd! | |
| Lady, the life of all love! | 20 |
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| For though my sense be from me | |
| And I be dead, who want sense; | |
| Yet do we both live in you! | |
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| Turned anew, by your means, | |
| Unto the flower that aye turns, | 25 |
| As you, alas, my sun bends. | |
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| Thus do I fall to rise thus, | |
| Thus do I die to live thus, | |
| Changed to a change, I change not. | |
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| Thus may I not be from you! | 30 |
| Thus be my senses on you! | |
| Thus what I think is of you! | |
| Thus what I seek is in you! | |
| All what I am, it is you! | |
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