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The sixth Sonnet.
[O you that heare this voice]
[1]
O you that heare this voice,O you that see this face,
Say whether of the choice,
Deserves the better place,
Feare not to judge this bate,
For it is voide of hate.
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2
This side doth Beautie take,For that doth Musicke speake,
Fit Orators to make,
The strongest judgements weake,
The barre to plead the right,
Is onely true delight.
3
Thus doth the voice and face,The gentle Lawiers wage,
Like loving brothers case,
For Father's heritage,
That each while each contends,
It selfe to other lends.
4
For Beautie beautifiesWith heavenly view and grace,
The heavenly harmonies;
And in this faultles face
The perfect beauties bee,
A perfect harmonie.
5
Musicke more lustie swelsIn speeches noblie placed,
Beautie as farre excels
In actions aptly graced.
A friend each partie drawes,
To countenance his cause.
6
Love more affected seemesTo Beauties lovely light,
And Wonder more esteemes
Of Musicks wondrous might;
But both to both so bent,
As both in both are spent.
7
Musicke doth witnes callThe eare, his truth to trie:
Beauty brings to the hall
The judgement of the eie:
Both in their objects such,
As no exceptions tuch.
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8
The common Sense which mightBe arbitrer of this,
To be forsooth upright,
To both sides partiall is:
He laies on this chiefe praise,
Chiefe praise on that he laies.
9
Then reason Princesse hie,Whose throne is in the minde;
Which Musicke can in skie,
And hidden Beauties finde:
Say, whether thou wilt crowne
With limitlesse renowne.
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