1 What if I seeke for loue of thee, Shall I find beauty kind To desert that still shall dwell in mee. But if I sue and liue forlorne, Then alasse neuer was Any wretch to more misfortune borne. Though thy lookes haue charmd mine eies, I can forbeare to loue, But if euer sweete desire Set my wofull hart on fire, Then can I neuer remoue. 2 Frowne not on me vnlesse thou hate, For thy frowne cast me downe To despaire of my most haplesse state: Smile not on me vnlesse thou loue, For thy smile, will beguile My desires if thou vnsteedfast proue: If thou needs wilt bend thy browes, A while refraine my deare, But if thou wilt smile on me, Let it not delayed be, Comfort is neuer too neare.
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