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[Pray thee Diana tell mee, is it ill]
Pray
thee Diana tell mee, is it ill,
as some doe say, thou think'st it is, to loue?
Me thinks thou pleased art with what I proue,
since ioyfull light thy dwelling still doth fill.
as some doe say, thou think'st it is, to loue?
Me thinks thou pleased art with what I proue,
since ioyfull light thy dwelling still doth fill.
Thou seemst not angry, but with cheerefull smiles
beholdst my Passions; chaste indeed thy face
Doth seeme, and so doth shine, with glorious grace;
for other loues, the trust of Loue beguiles.
beholdst my Passions; chaste indeed thy face
Doth seeme, and so doth shine, with glorious grace;
for other loues, the trust of Loue beguiles.
Be bright then still, most chast and cleerest Queene,
shine on my torments with a pittying eye:
Thy coldnesse can but my despaires discry,
and my Faith by thy clearenesse better seeme.
shine on my torments with a pittying eye:
Thy coldnesse can but my despaires discry,
and my Faith by thy clearenesse better seeme.
Let those haue heat, that dally in the Sunne,
I scarse haue knowne a warmer state then shade:
Yet hottest beames of zeale haue purely made
my selfe an offring burnt, as I was wonne.
I scarse haue knowne a warmer state then shade:
Yet hottest beames of zeale haue purely made
my selfe an offring burnt, as I was wonne.
Once sacrific'd, but ashes can remaine,
which in an Iuory box of truth inclose
The Innocency whence my ruines flowes,
accept them as thine, 'tis a chast Loues gaine.
which in an Iuory box of truth inclose
The Innocency whence my ruines flowes,
accept them as thine, 'tis a chast Loues gaine.
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