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Faire are those eies]
Faire are those eies whose shine must giue me
lifeFaire are those eies whose shine must giue me life Sweet is that grace cōmands my hart to loue, heauēs her thoughts if they once yeeld cōsent to that reward affections truth doth moue. But if my faith can not his merit gaine, Weep eies, weep eies, breake hart, break, breake, break, heart and ende this restles paine, this restles paine.
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