1 So sweet is thy discourse to me, And so delightfull is thy sight, As I taste nothing right but thee. O why inuented Nature light ? Was it alone for beauties sake, That her grac't words might better take ? 2 No more can I old ioyes recall, They now to me become vnknowne, Not seeming to haue beene at all. Alas how soone is this loue growne To such a spreading height in me, As with it all must shadowed be ?
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