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Poem	MY hungry eyes, through greedy couetize, Still to behold the obiect of theyr payne: with no contentment can themselues suffize, but hauing pine, and hauing not complayne For lacking it, they cannot lyfe sustayne, and seeing it, they gaze on it the more: in theyr amazement lyke Marcissus vayne whose eyes him staru'd: so plenty makes me pore. Yet are myne eyes so filled with the store of that fayre sight, that nothing else they brooke: but loath the things which they did like before, and can no more endure on them to looke. All this worlds glory seemeth vayne to me, and all theyr shewes but shadowes sauing she.
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