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[Of this high grace with blisse conjoyn'd]
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The same Sireno in Montemaior holding his mistresse glasse before her, looking upon her while she viewed her selfe, thus sang:
Of this high grace with blisse conjoyn'd
No further debt on me is laid,
Since that in selfe same mettall coin'd,
Sweet Ladie you remaine well paid.
For if my place give me great pleasure,
Having before me Natures treasure,
In face and eyes unmatched being,
You have the same in my hands seeing,
What in your face mine eyes do measure.
No further debt on me is laid,
Since that in selfe same mettall coin'd,
Sweet Ladie you remaine well paid.
For if my place give me great pleasure,
Having before me Natures treasure,
In face and eyes unmatched being,
You have the same in my hands seeing,
What in your face mine eyes do measure.
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Nor thinke the match unev'nly made,
That of those beames in you do tarie:
The glasse to you but gives a shade,
To me mine eyes the true shape carie.
For such a thought most highlie prized,
Which ever hath Loves yoke despised:
Better then one captiv'd perceiveth,
Though he the lively forme receiveth:
The other sees it but disguised.
That of those beames in you do tarie:
The glasse to you but gives a shade,
To me mine eyes the true shape carie.
For such a thought most highlie prized,
Which ever hath Loves yoke despised:
Better then one captiv'd perceiveth,
Though he the lively forme receiveth:
The other sees it but disguised.
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