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III.
[Thou art not faire, for all thy redd and white]
Thou art not faire, for all thy redd and white,
Nor all thy rosy ornaments in thee;
Thou art not sweete, though made of meere delight,
Nor fair nor sweete, unless thou pitty mee.
I will not sooth thy fancyes; thou shalt prove
That beauty is noe beauty without loue.
Nor all thy rosy ornaments in thee;
Thou art not sweete, though made of meere delight,
Nor fair nor sweete, unless thou pitty mee.
I will not sooth thy fancyes; thou shalt prove
That beauty is noe beauty without loue.
Yet love not mee, nor seeke thou to allure
My thoughts with beauty, were it more divine;
Thy smiles and kisses I can not indure;
I'le not be wrapt up in those armes of thine.
Now show it, if thou be a woman right,
Embrace and kiss and love mee in despight.
My thoughts with beauty, were it more divine;
Thy smiles and kisses I can not indure;
I'le not be wrapt up in those armes of thine.
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Embrace and kiss and love mee in despight.
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