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A Sonnet.

[In this cleere Sunne with golden beames that shineth]

In this cleere Sunne with golden beames that shineth,
In this most high diuine and rare perfection,

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In this sweete soule and figure, that refineth
Our age with ioyes, with treasures and affection.
O blinding light and face each harts subiection,
Where beauties store to pities want inclineth:
Sweete words, but hard condition of reiection;
Sweete lookes, yet sight that many sorrowes shrineth.
For these sweete Mistresse, I am thus enwrapped,
For these I feare to see mine owne desire,
And passe the time in thinking of thy treasures.
A case most strange, effects that neuer happed,
That seeing thee, I see my greatest pleasures,
And harmes, when that to see thee I require.