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Sonet. 10.

Faire eye spill me not,
Be of a better nature:
Sweet woordes kill me not,
But comforte a poore creature.
But if yee needes will spill me,
Let it bee with loue's blindenesse:
And if yee needes will kill me,
Let it bee with loue's kindnesse.
Then shall your worth be proouéd,
In prayse's high perfection:
And in that prayse belouéd,
In fancie's deere affection.
And looue in honor's residence,
Shall write but of your excellence.