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SONNET 2.

[Thy beautie subiect of my song I make]

Thy beautie subiect of my song I make,
O fairest faire, on whom depends my life,
Refuse not then the taske I vndertake,
To please thy rage, and to appease my strife.
But with one smile remunerate my toile,
None other guerdon, I of thee desire.
Giue not my lowly muse new-hatcht the foile,
But warmth that she may at the length aspire
Vnto the temples of thy star-bright eies,
Vpon whose round orbs perfect beautie sits,
From whence such glorious christall beames arise,
As best my Chloris seemly face befits.
Which eies, which beautie, which bright christall beame,
Which face of thine hath made my loue extreame.