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X. To the Lady May.

Your smiles are not, as other womens bee,
Only the drawing of the mouth awrye;
For breasts and cheekes and fforehead wee may see,
Parts wanting motion, all stand smiling by.
Heaven hath noe mouth, and yet is sayd to smile
After your stile;
Noe more hath Earth, yet that smyles too,
Just as you doe.
Noe sympering lipps nor lookes can breed
Such smyles as from your fface proceed.
The sunn must lend his goulden beames,
Soft windes their breath, green trees their shade,
Sweete ffields their flowers, cleare springs their streams,
Ere such another smyle bee made.
But these concurring, wee may say,
Soe smiles the spring, and soe smyles louely Maye.