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[Finding those beames, which I must ever love]
Finding those beames, which I must ever love,
To marre my minde, and with my hurt to please,
I deemd it best some absence for to prove,
If further place might further me to ease.
To marre my minde, and with my hurt to please,
I deemd it best some absence for to prove,
If further place might further me to ease.
My eyes thence drawne, where lived all their light,
Blinded forthwith in darke dispaire did lye,
Like to the Molde with want of guiding sight,
Deepe plunged in earth, deprived of the skie.
Blinded forthwith in darke dispaire did lye,
Like to the Molde with want of guiding sight,
Deepe plunged in earth, deprived of the skie.
In absence blind, and wearied with that woe,
To greater woes by presence I returne,
Even as the flye, which to the flame doth goe,
Pleased with the light, that his small corse doth burne:
Faire choice I have, either to live or dye
A blinded Molde, or else a burned flye.
To greater woes by presence I returne,
Even as the flye, which to the flame doth goe,
Pleased with the light, that his small corse doth burne:
Faire choice I have, either to live or dye
A blinded Molde, or else a burned flye.
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