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V. [Hou oft I see your face and blissed eyes.]

Hou oft I see your face and blissed eyes,
how oft the same agane on me do gase,
so oft my thoughts, bathtd in there beautyes sees,
breids thrist of theames for to proclayme your praise;
bot quhat most cheife and rare I suld first blaise
toung can not weill recounte, nor pen weill frame:
for store stopps choyse, chainge dothe my muse amaise,
and your great gifts a gretar poete clayme.
yet high desyre to win more lasting fame
by yow, the glorious subiect of my muse,
and great renoune in to eternise the same,
dothe ympe [?] my wings and to suche soaring vse,
with hope I may attene quhar I derect
my flight and flams, and by theme lyfe exspect.