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- # SONNEYS.
How would (I say) mine eyes be blessed made,
By looking on thee in the liuing day?
When in dead night their faire imperfect shade,
Through heavy fleece on fightless eyes doth stay?
All dayes are nights to see till I see thee,
And nights bright daies when dreams do shew thee me.
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If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
Inturious distance should not stop my way,
For then dispight of space I would be brought,
From limits farce remote, where thou doolt stay,
No matter then although my foote did stand
Upon the farthest earth remoon’d from thee,
For nimble thought can jumpe both sea and land,
As shone as thunke the place where he would be.
But ah, thought kills me that I am not thought
To leape large lengths of miles when thou art gone,
But that so much of earth and water wrought,
I must attend, times leisure with my mone.
Receiving naughts by elements so floc,
But heanic teares, badges of cithers woe.
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The other two, flight ayre, and purging fire,
Are both with thee, where euer I abide,
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker Elements are gone
In tender Embassie of love to thee,
My life being made of foure, with two alone,
Sinkdoos down to death, oppress with melancholie.
Vitill lines composition be recured,
By those swift messengers return’d from thee,
Who euen but now come back againe assured,
Of their faire health, recounting it to me.
This told, I joy, but then no longer glad,
I send them back againe and straight grow sad.
D 2
Mine
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