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TO THE LADIE CLINTON.
 
 
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TO THE LADIE CLINTON.

Since onlye I, sweet Ladie! ye beheld,
Yet then such love I in youre looke did finde,
And such sweet gesses of youre gratiouse mynd
As never a shorte tyme more happie held.
Forewarning vision which even then foretold
Th' eternall cheynes which since my heart did binde,
Even there where first youre beames into me shin'd,
The fatall prison where my heart I held.
And how came this? It was thy lovely looke
Which doth perfume each place it sees with love,
As though from yow, my Deare, this sweetnesse tooke,
Because where I saw her I yow had seen;
Yet every where, if any sight me move,
I knowe it is some place where yow have been.