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 I should consume to nought, Through thought Of thy fair shining eye; Thy cheeks, thy pleasing smiles, The wiles, That forced my heart to die:

Thy grace, thy face, the part Where art Stands gazing still to see; The wondrous gifts and power, Each hour, That hath bewitchèd me.

T. L., Gent.