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 SIR PHILIP SIDNEY

She never dies, but lasteth

In life of lover's heart; He ever dies that wasteth

In love his chiefcst part: Thus is her life still guarded

In never-dying faith; Thus is his death rewarded,

Since she lives in his death.

Look then, and die' The pleasure

Doth answer well the pain: Small loss of mortal treasure,

Who may immortal gain' Immortal be her graces,

Immortal is her mind; They, fit for heavenly places

This, heaven in it doth bind.

But eyes these beauties see not,

Nor sense that grace descries; Yet eyes deprived be not

From sight of her fair eyes Which, as of inward glory

They arc the outward seal, So may they live still j>orry,

Which die not in that weal.

��But who hath fancies pleased With fruits of happy sight,

Let here his eyes be raised On Nature's sweetest light!

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