Let not Cloris think because
She hath vnvassald mee,
That her bewtie can giue lawes,
To others that are free.
I was made to be the pray,
And bootie of her eyes :
In my bosome she may say,
Her greatest kingdome lyes.
Though others may her brow adore,
Yet more must I that therein see far more,
Then any others eyes haue pwre to see,
Shee is to mee
More then to any others she can bee.
I can decerne more secret notes,
That in the margine of her cheekes Loue quotes :
Then any else besides haue art to read,
No lookes proceed,
From those fayre eyes but to mee wonder breed.
O then why,
Should shee fly,
From him to whom her sight,
Doth ad so much aboue her might :
Why should not shee,
Still Ioy to raigne in mee ?
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