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[When to my deadlie pleasure]
When to my deadlie pleasure,
When to my livelie torment,
Ladie mine eyes remained,
Joyned alas to your beames.
When to my livelie torment,
Ladie mine eyes remained,
Joyned alas to your beames.
With violence of heav'nly
Beautie tied, to vertue,
Reason abasht retyred,
Gladly my senses yeelded.
Beautie tied, to vertue,
Reason abasht retyred,
Gladly my senses yeelded.
Gladly my senses yeelding,
Thus to betray my harts fort,
Left me devoid of all life.
Thus to betray my harts fort,
Left me devoid of all life.
They to the beamie Sunnes went,
Where by the death of all deaths,
Finde to what harme they hastned.
Where by the death of all deaths,
Finde to what harme they hastned.
Like to the silly Sylvan,
Burn'd by the light he best liked,
When with a fire he first met.
Burn'd by the light he best liked,
When with a fire he first met.
Yet, yet, a life to their death,
Lady you have reserved,
Lady the life of all love.
Lady you have reserved,
Lady the life of all love.
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For though my sense be from me,
And I be dead who want sense,
Yet do we both live in you.
And I be dead who want sense,
Yet do we both live in you.
Turned anew by your meanes,
Unto the flowre that ay turnes,
As you, alas, my Sunne bends.
Unto the flowre that ay turnes,
As you, alas, my Sunne bends.
Thus do I fall to rise thus,
Thus do I dye to live thus,
Changed to a change, I change not.
Thus do I dye to live thus,
Changed to a change, I change not.
Thus may I not be from you:
Thus be my senses on you:
Thus what I thinke is of you:
Thus what I seeke is in you:
All what I am, it is you.
Thus be my senses on you:
Thus what I thinke is of you:
Thus what I seeke is in you:
All what I am, it is you.
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