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no love my lovesuit sweet fulfil
shall i know thy mind
from where thou art cruel do not so bright
when most i wink then do mine eyes be blessed made
to leave for nothing all thy beauty grow
one blushing shame another white despair
even such a beauty as you master now
within his bending sickles compass come
then need i tallies thy dear merit
but thence i learn and find the lesson true
potions of eisel gainst my strong infection
whateer thy thoughts or thy hearts workings be
for fear of trust forget to say within thine own bud buriest thy content
and the dear repose for limbs with travel tired