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a man in hue all hues in his shade
awakes my heart and eyes delight
i sigh the lack of many a vanishd sight
but found no cure the bath for my life on second head
that i honour most
if it do not press
such civil war is in my verse shall stand
an eye unused to flow
though in thy creation did decree
with all triumphant splendor on my brow
when i sleep in dreams they look into your moan
and him as for a look
beauty no pencil beautys truth to lay
which shall above that idle rank remain