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AMOUR. 3.
My thoughts bred up with Eagle-birds of love,
And for their vertues I desierd to know,
Upon the nest I set them, forth to prove,
If they were of the Eagles kinde or no.
And for their vertues I desierd to know,
Upon the nest I set them, forth to prove,
If they were of the Eagles kinde or no.
But they no sooner saw my Sunne appeare,
But on her rayes with gazing eyes they stood,
Which proov'd my birds delighted in the ayre,
And that they came of this rare kinglie brood.
But on her rayes with gazing eyes they stood,
Which proov'd my birds delighted in the ayre,
And that they came of this rare kinglie brood.
But now their plumes full sumd with sweet desire,
To shew their kinde, began to clime the skies:
Doe what I could my Eaglets would aspire,
Straight mounting up to thy celestiall eyes.
And thus (my faire) my thoughts away be flowne,
And from my breast into thine eyes be gone.
To shew their kinde, began to clime the skies:
Doe what I could my Eaglets would aspire,
Straight mounting up to thy celestiall eyes.
And thus (my faire) my thoughts away be flowne,
And from my breast into thine eyes be gone.
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