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And well torn'd chin, as with the _Billyard_ ball; 85
Rowle on the? e lips, the banks of loue, and there
At once both plant, and gather ki? ? es. _Lady_,
Shall I, with what I haue made to day here, call
All ? en? e to wonder, and all faith to ? igne
The my? teries reuealed in your forme? 90
And will _Loue_ pardon mee the blasphemy
I vtter'd, when I ? aid, a gla? ? e could ? peake
This beauty, or that fooles had power to iudge it?

_Doe but looke, on her eyes!
They doe light--
All that_ Loue's _world comprizeth! 95
Doe but looke on her hayre! it is bright,
As_ Loue's _? tarre, when it ri? eth!
Doe but marke, her fore-head's ? moother,
Then words that ? ooth her!
And from her arched browes, ? uch a grace 100
Sheds it ? elfe through the face;
As alone, there triumphs to the life,
All the gaine, all the good, of the elements ? trife! _

_Haue you ? eene but a bright Lilly grow,
Before rude hands haue touch'd it? 105
Haue you mark'd but the fall of the Snow,
Before the ? oyle hath ?