1 Be thou then my beauty named, Since thy will is to be mine : For by that am I enflamed, Which on all alike doth shine. Others may the light admire, I onely truely feele the fire. 2 But if lofty titles moue thee, Challenge then a Sou'raignes place Say I honour when I loue thee, Let me call thy kindnesse grace. State and Loue things diuers bee, Yet will we teach them to agree. 3 Or if this be not sufficing; Be thou stil'd my Goddesse then : I will loue thee sacrificing, In thine honour Hymnes Ile pen. To be thine, what canst thou more ? Ile loue thee, serue thee, and adore.
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