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CANTVS. XX.
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HEr ro- sie cheekes, her e- uer smiling eyes, Are spheares and
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beds where loue in tri- umphlyes: Her ru- bine lips when they their pearle vnlock, Make them seeme
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as they did rise All out of one smooth Currall Rocke, Oh that of other Crea- tures store I
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knew, More worthy and more rare: For these are old and shee so new, That her to them none
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should compare.
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Her rosie cheekes, her euer smiling eyes
Are Spheares and beds, where Loue in triumph lies:
Her rubine lips when they their pearle vnlocke,
Make them seeme as they did rise
All out of one smooth Currall Rocke.
Oh that of other Creatures store I knew,
More worthy, and more rare:
For these are old, and shee so new,
That her to them none should compare.
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Oh could she loue, would shee but heare a friend;
Or that shee onely knew what sighs pretend.
Her lookes inflame, yet cold as Ice is shee,
Do••, or speake, all's to one end:
For what shee is, that will shee be.
Yet will I neuer cease her prayse to sing▪
Though she giues no regard:
For they that grace a worthlesse thing,
Are onely greedy of reward.