1 There is none, O none but you
That from mee estrange your sight,
Whom mine eyes affect to view,
Or chained eares heare with delight.
2 Other beauties others moue,
In you I all graces finde :
Such is the effect of loue,
To make them happy that are kinde.
3 Women in fraile beauty trust,
Onely seeme you faire to mee,
Yet proue truely kinde and iust,
For that may not dissembled be.
4 Sweet afford mee then your sight,
That survaying all your lookes,
Endlesse volumes I may write,
And fill the world with enuyed bookes.
5 Which when after ages view,
All shall wonder, and despaire,
Woman to finde man so true,
Or man a woman halfe so faire.
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