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[Deare, how doe thy winning eyes]

Sh.
Deare , how doe thy winning eyes
my senses wholly tye?

She.
Sense of sight wherein most lyes
change, and Variety.

Sh.
Change in me?

She.
Choice in thee some new delights to try.

Sh.
When I change or choose but thee
then changed be mine eyes.

She.
When you absent, see not me,
will you not breake these tyes?

Sh.
How can I,
euer flye, where such perfection lies?

She.
I must yet more try thy loue,
how if that I should change?

Sh.
In thy heart can neuer mooue
a thought so ill, so strange.

She.
Say I dye?

Sh.
Neuer I, could from thy loue estrange.

She.
Dead, what canst thou loue in me,
when hope, with life is fledd?

Sh.
Vertue, beauty, faith in thee,
which liue will, though thou dead,

She.
Beauty dyes.

Sh.
Not where lyes a minde so richly spedd.

She.
Thou do'st speake so faire, so kind,
I cannot chose but trust,

Sh.
None vnto so chaste a minde
should euer be vniust.

She.
Then thus rest,
true possest, of loue without mistrust.