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Noe more unto my thoughts appeare

Written by: Sidney Godolphin | Biography
 NOE more unto my thoughts appeare, 
 Att least appeare lesse fayre, 
For crazy tempers justly feare 
 The goodnesse of the ayre; 

Whilst your pure Image hath a place 5 
 In my impurer Mynde, 
Your very shaddow is the glasse 
 Where my defects I finde.
Shall I not fly that brighter light Which makes my fyres looke pale, 10 And put that vertue out of sight Which makes myne none att all? No, no, your picture doeth impart Such valew I not wish The native worth to any heart 15 That 's unadorn'd with this.
Though poorer in desert I make My selfe whilst I admyre, The fuell which from hope I take I give to my desire.
20 If this flame lighted from your Eyes The subject doe calcine, A Heart may bee your sacrifice Too weake to bee your shrine.



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