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When fourty nights shall beside you browand dig deep wounds in your beauty now
Your youth's proud livery so gazed on metomorrow will be darkened sealed
Look how a bird lies tangeled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured lies
She found more beauty in his varied eyes
Cut is the brunch that might be grownwith you faith, the treasure of your lusty days
Then being asked where all your beauty lies
I say it to your deep-sunken eyes"
As if the dead the living should exceedpossessed by heavens heart and hand"
He burns with basful shame
She with her tears does quench the maidenburning off her cheeks
Then with her windy sighs and golden handsto fain and blow them dry again she seeks
Look how a painter would surpass his life
His art with nature's workmanship at strife
In limmming out a well-proportioned steedas if the dead the living should exceed
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