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[XI. If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight]

If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight

If loue be blind, how hath he then the sight, with beauties beames my carelesse hart to wound: Or if a boy, how hath he then the might, The mighti'st conquerors to bring to ground. O no he is not blind, but I that leese my thoughts, the wayes that bring to restlesse feares: nor yet a boy, but I that liue in dread, mixed with hope, and seeke for ioy in teares.