1 Are you what your faire lookes expresse ? Oh then be kinde. From law of Nature they digresse, Whose forme sutes not their minde. Fairenesse seene in th'outward shape Is but th'inward beauties Ape. 2 Eyes that of earth are mortall made What can they view ? All's but a colour or a shade, And neyther alwayes true. Reasons sight that is eterne, Eu'n the substance can discerne. 3 Soule is the Man ; for who will so The body name ? And to that power all grace we owe That deckes our liuing frame. What, or how had housen bin, But for them that dwell therein ? 4 Loue in the bosome is begot, Not in the eyes : No beauty makes the eye more hot, Her flames the sprightsurprise : Let our louing mindes then meete, For pure meetings are most sweet.
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