Dost thou withdraw thy grace,
For that I should nit loue :
And think'st thou to remoue,
M'affections with thy face ?
As if that loue did hould no part,
But where thy beautie lies :
And were not in my hart,
Greater then in thy faire eyes ?
Ah yes tis more, more is desire,
There where it wounds and pines :
As fire is farre more fire,
Where it burnes then where it shines ?
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