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VII
[The hart to rue the pleasure of the eye]
This is the ditty of the seventh song.
The hart to rue the pleasure of the eye,
The eie to wound the hart with his delight,
What may be said that owe them both hereby,
But both tow serue vnto his own despite:
O saue and win them both by one desert,
Please still the eye but pitty on the hart.
The eie to wound the hart with his delight,
What may be said that owe them both hereby,
But both tow serue vnto his own despite:
O saue and win them both by one desert,
Please still the eye but pitty on the hart.
The eie beholds as much as much may be,
In beauty grace and honour to require,
The hart conceaues more then the eye can see,
And slaies himselfe to feed his wounds desire:
O saue and wine them both by one desart,
Please still the eie but pitty on the hart.
In beauty grace and honour to require,
The hart conceaues more then the eye can see,
And slaies himselfe to feed his wounds desire:
O saue and wine them both by one desart,
Please still the eie but pitty on the hart.
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