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And from those huge o'erwhelmings rise, by help of reason still? AND FROM THOSE HUGE O'ERWHELMINGS RISE BY HELP OF REASON STILL
rt Or inventions can impart; Thoughts too deep to be expressed, And too strong to be suppressed.... ... What pearls, what rubies can Seem so lovely fair to man, As her lips whom he doth love When in sweet discourse they move: Or her lovelier teeth, the while She doth bless him with a smile! Stars indeed fair creatures be; Yet amongst us where is he Joys not more the whilst he lies Sunning in his mistress' eyes. Than in all the glimmering light Of a starry winter's night? Note the beauty of an eye, And if aught you praise it by Leave such passion in your mind, Let my reason's eye be blind. Mark if ever red or white Anywhere gave such delight As when they have taken place In a worthy woman's face. From _Faire Virtue_. Rhomboidal Dirge. Ah me! Am I the swain That late from sorrow free Did all the cares on earth disdain? And still untouched, as at some safer games, Played with the burning coals of love, and beauty's flames? Was't I could dive, and sound each passion's secret depth at will?  RUMBOIDAL DIRGE BY GEORGE WITHER READ FOR LIVERPOXTA ORG BY JAMES LEAN AH ME AM I THE SWAIN THAT LATE FROM SORROW FREE DID ALL THE CARES ON EARTH DISDAIN AND STILL UNTOUCHED AS AT SOME SAFER GAMES PLAYED WITH THE BURNING COALS OF LOVE AND BEAUTY'S FLAMES WHILST I COULD DIVE AND SOUND EACH PASSION'S SECRET DEPTH AT WILL
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