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XLVII.

Quhen that her eyes giues hope of better happ,
and pittie in bellisas face appeirs,
then to my playntes I do the passage stapp,
and dois orpass my grones, my greifs, and teares;
quhils thow, fair saule, incace thow len thy eares
vnto the mornfull accents of my mone,
hes revisht me above ten heu[n]lye spheres,
then I conceate I sitt above Ioves throne;
and quhen these hands, which schame the yvore bone,
I softlye touche, though they not gripp agayne,
I feill my former sorroues all ar gone,
as no remembrance of my noyes remayne:
with suche sueit thoughts love dois my thoughs possess,
that hope groues more and I dispair the less.