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 Her eyes like angels watch them still; Her brows like bended bows do stand, Threat'ning with piercing frowns to kill All that attempt with eye or hand Those sacred cherries to come nigh, Till 'Cherry-ripe' themselves do cry.

169. Laura

Rose-cheek'd Laura, come; Sing thou smoothly with thy beauty's Silent music, either other        Sweetly gracing. Lovely forms do flow From concent divinely framèd: Heaven is music, and thy beauty's        Birth is heavenly. These dull notes we sing Discords need for helps to grace them; Only beauty purely loving        Knows no discord;    But still moves delight, Like clear springs renew'd by flowing, Ever perfect, ever in themselves         eternal. Devotion

170. i

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow! Though thou be black as night, And she made all of light, Yet follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow!