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BRIDEGROOME.

Sonet. IIII.

O thou, the joyes of my sufficed heart,
The more thou think'st me fair, the more thou art;
Looke in the Christall Mirrours of mine eyes,
And view thy beauty; there thy beauty lyes:
See there, th'unmated glory of thy Face,
Well mixt with Spirit, and divinest grace;
The eyes of Doves, are not so faire, as thine:
O, how those eyes, inflame these eyes of mine!
 

The holy Prophets.