The Countesse of Mountgomeries Urania Written by the right honorable the Lady Mary Wroath |
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O dearest eyes, the lights, and guides of Loue,
The ioyes of Cupid, who himselfe borne blinde,
To your bright shining, doth his tryumphs binde;
For, in your seeing doth his glory moue.
The ioyes of Cupid, who himselfe borne blinde,
To your bright shining, doth his tryumphs binde;
For, in your seeing doth his glory moue.
How happy are those places where you prooue
Your heauenly beames, which makes the Sun to find
Enuy and grudging, he so long hath shin'd
For your cleare lights, to match his beames aboue.
Your heauenly beames, which makes the Sun to find
Enuy and grudging, he so long hath shin'd
For your cleare lights, to match his beames aboue.
But now alas, your sight is heere forbid,
And darkenes must these poore lost roomes possesse,
So be all blessed lights from henceforth hid,
That this blacke deede of darkenesse haue excesse.
And darkenes must these poore lost roomes possesse,
So be all blessed lights from henceforth hid,
That this blacke deede of darkenesse haue excesse.
For why should Heauen affoord least light to those,
Who for my misery such darkenesse chose.
Who for my misery such darkenesse chose.
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