Siluia is faire, yet scorning loue vnseemly, Plaging my soule with torments to vntimely, Siluia natures perfection bids me loue her. But for loues mirrit she forbids me mooue her, Sweet Siluia, yet commandris of my thought, Reward me so I may not loue for nought. |
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