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[Sweete Soveraigne! sith so many minds remaine]

Sweete Soveraigne! sith so many minds remaine
Obedient subjects at thy beauty's call,
So many harts bound in thy haires as thrall,
So many eyes die with one look's disdaine;
Goe seeke the honour that doth thee pertaine,
That the fift Monarchie may thee befall;
Thou hast such meanes to conquer men withall,
As all the world must yeeld or els be slaine.
To fight thou need'st no weapons but thine eyes;
Thine haire hath gold enough to pay thy men;
And for their foode thy beauty will suffise,
For men and armour (Lady) care have none;
For one will sooner yeeld unto thee then
When he shall meete thee naked all alone.