Thou, with thy looks, on whom I look full oft,
And find therein great cause of deep delight,
Thy face is fair, thy skin is smooth and soft,
Thy lips are sweet, thine eyes are clear and bright,
And every part seems pleasant in my sight;
Yet wote thou well, those...
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That so much change should come when thou dost go, |
I If I were her lover, |
Out upon it, I have loved Time shall moult away his wings But the spite on ‘t is, no... |