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[When I do heare thy name]
When I do heare thy name,alas my hart doth ryse:
And seekes fourthwith to se the salue
that most contētes myne eys.
But when I se thy Face,
that hath procured my payne,
Then boyles my blud in euery part,
and beates in euery vayne?
Thy voice when I do heare,
then collour comes and goes,
Some tyme as pale as Earth I looke,
some tyme as red as Rose.
If thy sweete Face do smyle,
then who so well as I?
If thou but cast a scornefull looke,
then out alas I dye.
But styll I lyue in payne,
my fortune wylleth so,
That I shuld burne & thou yet know,
no whytt of all my wo.
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