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[Eyes curiouse to behold what nature can create]
Eyes curiouse to behold what nature can create,
Come see, come see, and write what wonder yow doe see.
Causing by true reporte our nexte posteritye
Curse Fortune for that they were borne so late.
Come see, come see, and write what wonder yow doe see.
Causing by true reporte our nexte posteritye
Curse Fortune for that they were borne so late.
Come then and come ye all; come soone, least that
The tyme should be to shorte and men to few should be:
For all be few to write her least part's historie,
Though they should ever write, and never write but that.
The tyme should be to shorte and men to few should be:
For all be few to write her least part's historie,
Though they should ever write, and never write but that.
Millions looke on her eyes, millions thinke on her witte,
Millions speake of her, millions write of her hand,
The whole eye or the lip I doe not understand,
Millions to few to prayse but some one part of it.
As eyther of her eye or lip or hand to write,
The light or blacke, the tast or red, the soft or white.
Millions speake of her, millions write of her hand,
The whole eye or the lip I doe not understand,
Millions to few to prayse but some one part of it.
As eyther of her eye or lip or hand to write,
The light or blacke, the tast or red, the soft or white.
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