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I.
Tell
me, ye subtill judges in loves treasury,
Inform me,
which hath most inricht mine eye,
This diamonds
greatnes, or its clarity?
II.
Ye cloudy spark
lights, whose vast multitude
Of fires are harder to
be found then view'd,
Waite on this star in her first
magnitude.
III.
Calmely or roughly! Ah, she
shines too much;
That now I lye (her influence is
such),
Chrusht with too strong a hand, or soft a
touch.
IV.
Lovers, beware! a certaine, double
harme
Waits your proud hopes, her looks al-killing
charm
Guarded by her as true victorious arme.
V.
Thus with her eyes brave Tamyris spake dread,
Which when the kings dull breast not entered,
Finding
she could not looke, she strook him dead.
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