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CXIV. To Mrs. Philip Sydney.
I Must beleeve some miracles still bee,When Sydnyes name I heare, or face I see:
For Cupid, who (at first) took vaine delight,
In meere out-formes, untill he lost his sight,
Hath chang'd his soule, and made his object you:
Where finding so much beauty met with vertue,
He hath not only gain'd himselfe his eyes,
But, in your love, made all his servants wise.
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