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[When I behold my Mistres face]
 
 


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[When I behold my Mistres face]

When I behold my Mistres face

When I behold my Mistres face, where beauty hath her dwelling place, And see those seeing starres her eyes, In whom Loves fire for ever lyes. And heare her witty Charming words, her sweet Tongue to mine Eare affords


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Mee thinks he wants Wit, Eares, and Eyes, whom Love makes not Idolatrize.