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Poesie. XII. The authors muse vpon / his Conceyte.
Faire, fairest, faire; is passing faire, be faire,
Let not your deed's obscure your beauties faire.
The Queene so faire of Fearies not more fayer,
Which doth excell with fancies chiefest fayer,
Fayre to the worldes faire admiring wonder,
Fayrer then Ioves loue that kills with thunder.
Let not your deed's obscure your beauties faire.
The Queene so faire of Fearies not more fayer,
Which doth excell with fancies chiefest fayer,
Fayre to the worldes faire admiring wonder,
Fayrer then Ioves loue that kills with thunder.
Eu'n to your swayne you seeme prides passing faire,
That naught desires but fortun's faire to reape,
Yf fortune then will driue me to despaire,
No change can make your sweetest faire so cheape,
But that I must, and will liue in exile,
Before your thoughtes with thought I will defile.
That naught desires but fortun's faire to reape,
Yf fortune then will driue me to despaire,
No change can make your sweetest faire so cheape,
But that I must, and will liue in exile,
Before your thoughtes with thought I will defile.
Fayre fierce to faith, when fortune bend her browes,
Yet fortune sweete be thou reclaym'd againe:
For vnto thee I offer all my vowes,
That may appease the rigor of my paine:
Yeilde wished hope after this stormie blast,
That calm's repose may worke content at last.
Yet fortune sweete be thou reclaym'd againe:
For vnto thee I offer all my vowes,
That may appease the rigor of my paine:
Yeilde wished hope after this stormie blast,
That calm's repose may worke content at last.
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