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Like to the Indians scorched with the Sunne,
The Sunne which they doe as their God adore:
So am I vs'd by Loue, for euermore
I worship him, lesse fauours haue I wonne.
The Sunne which they doe as their God adore:
So am I vs'd by Loue, for euermore
I worship him, lesse fauours haue I wonne.
Better are they who thus to blacknesse run,
And so can onely whitenesse want deplore:
Thou I who pale and white am with griefes store,
Nor can haue hope, but to see hopes vndone.
And so can onely whitenesse want deplore:
Thou I who pale and white am with griefes store,
Nor can haue hope, but to see hopes vndone.
Besides their sacrifice receiu'd in sight,
Of their chose Saint, mine hid as worthlesse rite,
Grant me to see where I my offerings giue.
Of their chose Saint, mine hid as worthlesse rite,
Grant me to see where I my offerings giue.
Then let me weare the marke of Cupids might,
In heart, as they in skin of Phœbus light,
Not ceasing offerings to Loue while I liue.
In heart, as they in skin of Phœbus light,
Not ceasing offerings to Loue while I liue.
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