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I more large thy praises forth shall show,

That all the world thy beauty shall admire,

Desiring that most sacred nymph to know

Which hath the shepherd's fancy set on fire;

Till then, my dear, let these thine eyes content,

Till then, fair love, think if I merit favour,

Till then, O let thy merciful assent

Relish my hopes with some comforting savour;

So shall you add such courage to my muse

That she shall climb the steep Parnassus hill,

That learnèd poets shall my deeds peruse

When I from thence obtainèd have more skill;

And what I sing shall always be of thee

As long as life or breath remains in me!