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Excuse for wishing Her lesse Fair.
Why thy passion should it move
That I wisht thy Beauty lesse?
Fools desire what is above
Power of nature to expresse;
And to wish it had been more,
Had been to outwish her store.
That I wisht thy Beauty lesse?
Fools desire what is above
Power of nature to expresse;
And to wish it had been more,
Had been to outwish her store.
If the flames within thine eye
Did not too great heat inspire,
Men might languish yet not die,
At thy lesse ungentle fire,
And might on thy weaker light
Gaze, and yet not lose their sight.
Did not too great heat inspire,
Men might languish yet not die,
At thy lesse ungentle fire,
And might on thy weaker light
Gaze, and yet not lose their sight.
Nor would'st thou lesse fair appear,
For detraction addes to thee;
If some parts lesse beauteous were
Others would much fairer be:
Nor can any part we know
Best be styl'd, when all are so.
For detraction addes to thee;
If some parts lesse beauteous were
Others would much fairer be:
Nor can any part we know
Best be styl'd, when all are so.
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Thus this great excesse of light,
Which now dazles our weak eyes,
Would, ecclips'd, appear more bright;
And the onely way to rise,
Or to be more fair, for thee
Celia, is lesse fair to be.
Which now dazles our weak eyes,
Would, ecclips'd, appear more bright;
And the onely way to rise,
Or to be more fair, for thee
Celia, is lesse fair to be.
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