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 XLII

O eyes! which do the spheres of beauty move; Whose beams be joys; whose joys, all virtues be; Who while they make LOVE conquer, conquer LOVE. The schools where VENUS hath learned chastity. O eyes! where humble looks most glorious prove; Only, loved tyrants! just in cruelty, Do not! O do not from poor me remove! Keep still my zenith! Ever shine on me! For though I never see them, but straightways My life forgets to nourish languisht sprites; Yet still on me, O eyes! dart down your rays! And if from majesty of sacred lights Oppressing mortal sense, my death proceed: Wracks, triumphs be; which love (high set) doth breed.

XLIII.

Fair eyes! sweet lips! dear heart! that foolish I Could hope, by CUPID'S help, on you to prey: Since to himself, he doth your gifts apply; As his main force, choice sport, and easeful stay. For when he will see who dare him gainsay; Then with those eyes, he looks. Lo! by and by, Each soul doth at LOVE'S feet, his weapons lay; Glad if for her he give them leave to die. When he will play; then in her lips, he is; Where blushing red, that LOVE'S self them doth love; With either lip, he doth the other kiss. But when he will for quiet's sake, remove From all the world; her heart is then his room: Where, well he knows, no man to him can come.