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SINCE FIRST I SAW YOUR FACE. |
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If I admire or praise you too much,
That fault you may forgive me ; Or if my hands had stray'd to touch,
Then justly might you leave me. I ask'd you leave, you bade me love,
Is't now a time to chide me ? No, no, no, I'll love you still,
What fortune e'er betide me. |
The sun, whose beams most glorious are,
Rejecteth no beholder; And your sweet beauty, past compare,
Made my poor eyes the bolder. When beauty moves, and wit delights.
And signs of kindness bind me ; There, O there, where'er I go,
I'll leave my heart behind me. |
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H. 4868. |
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