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M Y glasse shall not perswade me I am ould, So long as youth and thou are of one date,

But when in thee times forrwes I behould, Then look I death my daies should expiate. For all that beauty that doth couer thee, Is but the seemely rayment of my heart, Which in thy brest doth liue,as thine in me, How can I then be elder then thou art? O therefore loue be of thy selfe so wary, As I not for my selfe,but for thee will, Bearing thy heart which I will keepe so chary As tender nurse her babe from faring ill,    Presume not on thy heart when mine is slaine,    Thou gau'st me thine not to giue backe againe. 23

A S an vnperfect actor on the stage, Who with his feare is put besides his part,

Or some fierce thing repleat with too much rage, Whose strengths abondance weakens his owne heart; So I for feare of trust,forget to say, The perfect ceremony of loues right, And in mine owne loues strength seeme to decay, Ore-charg'd with burthen of mine owne loues might: O let my books be then the eloquence, And domb presagers of my speaking brest, Who pleade for loue,and look for recompence, More then that tonge that more hath more exprest.    O learne to read what silent loue hath writ,    To heare wit eies belongs to loues fine wiht. 24

M Ine eye hath play'd the painter and hath steeld, Thy beauties forme in table of my heart,

My body is the frame wherein ti's held, And perspectiue it is best Painters art. For through the Painter must you see his skill,

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