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- # SHAKES-PEAKES
That they behold and see not what they see:
They know what beautie is, see where it lyes,
Yet what the best is, take the worst to be.
If eyes corrupt by over-partial lookes,
Be anchored in the bay where all men ride,
Why of eyes falsehood hast thou forged hookes,
Where to the judgement of my heart is tide?
Why should my heart thinke that a seuerall plot,
Which my heart knowes the wide worlds common place?
Or mine eyes seeing this, say this is not
To put faire truth vpon so foule a face,
In things right true my heart and eyes have erred,
And to this false plague are they now transferred.
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When my love sweares that she is made of truth,
I do believe her though I know she lyes,
That she might thinke me some vntuired youth,
Vnlearned in the worlds false subtilties.
Thus vainely thinking that she shinkes me young,
Although she knowes my dayes are past the best,
Simply I credit her false speaking songue,
On both sides thus is simple truth suppress:
But wherefore sayes she not she is vniust?
And wherefore say not I zhat I am old?
O loues best habite in seeming trust,
And age in loue, loues not t'hase yeares told,
Therefore I lye with her, and she with me,
And in our faults-by-ryes we flattered be.
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Call not me to justifie the wrong,
That thy vnkindnesse layes vpon my heart,
Wound me not with thine eye but with thy young,
Vie power with power, and slay me not by Art,
Tell me thou lou'st else-where; but in my sight,
Deare heart forbear to glance thine eye aside,
What nought thou wound with cunning when thy might.
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