[XXIIII. There where I saw her louely beautie]
There where I saw her louely beautie, her louely beautie painted
There where I saw her louely beautie, her louely beautie painted,
Where Venus-like my sacred Goddesse shineth, There with precellent obiect
mine eyes fainted, That faire but fatall star, my dole deuineth,
As soone as morning in her light appeareth, Her sweet salute my
minde or'e clouded cleareth, When night againe the
dayes delight bereaueth, My harts true sacrifice she quicke receiueth,
But night and day she craftily forsakes me, To tedious day to
loathsome night, to loathsome night betakes me. to tedious day to loathsome night betakes me.
