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And the Records so worn of her first Law,
That Men, with Art's hard shifts, read what is good;
Because your beautie many never saw,
The Text by which your Mind is understood.
And the Records so worn of her first Law,
That Men, with Art's hard shifts, read what is good;
Because your beautie many never saw,
The Text by which your Mind is understood.
56.
And I with the apostate world should grow,
From sov'reign Nature, a revolted Slave,
But that my luckie wounds brought me to know,
How with their cure, my sicker mind to save.
And I with the apostate world should grow,
From sov'reign Nature, a revolted Slave,
But that my luckie wounds brought me to know,
How with their cure, my sicker mind to save.
57.
A mind still dwelling idly in mine Eyes,
Where it from outward pomp could ne'r abstain;
But even in beautie, cost of Courts did prise,
And Nature unassisted, thought too plain.
A mind still dwelling idly in mine Eyes,
Where it from outward pomp could ne'r abstain;
But even in beautie, cost of Courts did prise,
And Nature unassisted, thought too plain.
58.
Yet by your beautie now reform'd, I find
All other onely currant by false light;
Or but vain Visions of a feav'rish mind;
Too slight to stand the test of waking sight.
Yet by your beautie now reform'd, I find
All other onely currant by false light;
Or but vain Visions of a feav'rish mind;
Too slight to stand the test of waking sight.
59.
And for my healthfull Mind (diseas'd before)
My love I pay; a gift you may disdain,
Since Love to you, Men give not, but restore;
As Rivers to the Sea restore the Rain.
And for my healthfull Mind (diseas'd before)
My love I pay; a gift you may disdain,
Since Love to you, Men give not, but restore;
As Rivers to the Sea restore the Rain.
60.
Yet Eastern Kings, who all by birth possess,
Take gifts, as gifts, from Vassals of the Crown;
So think in love, your propertie not less,
By my kind giving what was first your own.
Yet Eastern Kings, who all by birth possess,
Take gifts, as gifts, from Vassals of the Crown;
So think in love, your propertie not less,
By my kind giving what was first your own.
61.
Lifted with Love, thus he with Lovers grace,
And Love's wild wonder, spake; and he was rais'd
So much with rev'rence of this learned place,
That still he fear'd to injure all he prais'd.
Lifted with Love, thus he with Lovers grace,
And Love's wild wonder, spake; and he was rais'd
So much with rev'rence of this learned place,
That still he fear'd to injure all he prais'd.
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