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On a Mistresse of whose affection hee was doubtfull.

What though with figures I should raise
Above all height my Mistresse praise:
Calling her cheeke a blushing rose,
The fairest Iune did e're disclose.
Her forehead Lillies, and her eyes
The luminaries of the skies.
That on her lippes Ambrosia growes,
And from her kisses Nectar flowes:
Too great hyperboles; unlesse
Shee loves me, shee is none of these,
But if her heart, and her desires
Doe answer mine with equall fires,
These attributes are then too poore.
Shee is all these, and ten times more.