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Sonet. 11.

Pretty twinckling starry eyes,
How did Nature first deuise,
Such a sparkling in your sight,
As to giue loue such delight,
As to make him like a flye,
Play with lookes vntill he die?
Sure yee were not made at first,
For such mischiefe to be curst:
As to kill affection's care,
That doth onely truth declare.
Where worthe's wonders neuer wither,
Loue, and Beautie liue together.
Blesséd eyes then giue your blessing,
That in passion's best expressing:
Loue that onely liues to grace yee,
May not suffer pride deface yee.
But in gentle thoughte's directions,
Shew the praise of your perfections.