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  56   Sweet love, renew thy force; be it not said Thy edge should blunter be than appetite, Which but today by feeding is allayed, Tomorrow sharpened in his former might.   So love be thou, although today thou fill Thy hungry eyes even till they wink with fullness, Tomorrow see again, and do

  148   O me! what eyes hath love put in my head, Which have no correspondence with true sight! Or if they have, where is my judgement fled, That censures falsely what they see aright?   If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote, What means the world to say it is not

  128   How oft when thou, my music, music play’st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway’st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,   Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which

  12   When I do count the clock that tells the time, And see the brave day sunk in hideous night, When I behold the violet past prime, And sable curls all silvered o’er with white;   When lofty trees I see barren of leaves, Which erst from heat did canopy the herd, And