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Mine eye with all the deadly sinnes is fraught:
A watchman being made, stoode gazing by;
Should in his absence be to her so nie.
To kill my hart, mine eye let in her eye,
From her faire haire, gold so doth please his sight;
These sinnes procured have a Goddesse' ire,
Wherfore my hart is damnd in Love's sweet fire.
I.
First proud, sith it presum'd to looke so hie,A watchman being made, stoode gazing by;
II.
And idle, tooke no heede till I was caught;III.
And envious, beares envie that by thoughtShould in his absence be to her so nie.
To kill my hart, mine eye let in her eye,
IV.
And so consent gave to a murther wrought;V.
And covetous, it never would removeFrom her faire haire, gold so doth please his sight;
VI.
Vnchast, a baude betweene my hart and love;VII.
A glutton eye, with teares drunke every night.These sinnes procured have a Goddesse' ire,
Wherfore my hart is damnd in Love's sweet fire.
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