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La Bella Bona Roba.
Ode.
To my Lady H.
I
Tell me, ye subtill Judges in Loves Treasury,Inform me which hath most inricht mine eye,
This Diamonds greatnes, or its Clarity?
II
Ye cloudy spark-lights, whose vast multitudeOf Fires, are harder to be found then view'd;
Waite on this Star in her first Magnitude.
III
Calmely or Roughly! Ah she shines too much!That now I lye, (her influence is such)
Crusht with too strong a hand, or soft a touch.
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IV
Lovers beware! a certaine, double harmeWaits your proud hopes, her looks al killing charm
Guarded by her as true Victorious Arme.
V
Thus with her Eyes brave Tamyris spake dreadWhich when the Kings dull Breast not entered,
Finding she could not looke, she strook him dead.
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