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 As to her eyes, I think thou shalt have reason Setting the azure of them far above God's blue of heaven; yea, who shall know thy treason But I who teach it thee and She my love? And therefore, fear thou nowise to express, Touching her hair, how much its every tress Doth shine above all gold that the sun yields And the fair colour of the harvest fields: But scarce shalt thou be slow to praise, I guess, Soon as thou know'st what spell her beauty wields.

And, if so be she cease that she is doing, And give thee welcome for thy verses' sake, Do thou with some most tender sort of wooing Engage her hand, and cause it to forsake Its silken task or pastime on the lute; For of its beauty thou shouldst not be mute, But celebrate it soon in such a strain Thenceforward it shall be no longer fain To do its lightest toil: so for thy suit My Lady's whole attendance thou shalt gain.