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If I admire or praise you too much, that fault you may

forgive me ; Or if my hands had stray'd but a touch, then justly might

you leave me. I ask'd you leave, you bade me love; is't now a time to

chide me ? No, no, no, I'll love you still what fortune e'er betide me.

The Sun, whose beams most glorious are, rejecteth no beholder,

And your sweet beauty past compare made my poor eyes the bolder :

Where beauty moves and wit delights and signs of kind ness bind me,

There, O there ! where'er I go I'll leave my heart behind me !

��70. There is a Lady sweet and kind

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HPHERE is a Lady sweet and kind, -* Was never face so pleased my mind; I did but see her passing by, And yet I love her till I die.

Her gesture, motion, and her smiles, Her wit, her voice my heart beguiles, Beguiles my heart, I know not why, And yet I love her till I die.

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Cupid is winged and doth range, Her country so my love doth change: But change she earth, or change she sky, Yet will I love her till I die.

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