Iohn Attey

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V. Shall I tell you whom I loue ?

  Shall I tell you whom I loue ? 
  Hearken then a while to me, 
  And if such a Woman moue, 
  As I now shall versifie, 
      Be assur'd tis Shee or none, 
      That I loue and loue alone. 

  2  Nature did her so much right, 
  As she scornes the helpe of Art : 
  In as many vertues dight, 
  As ere yet imbrac'd a heart. 
      So much good so truely try'd 
      Some for lesse were Deify'd. 

  3  Wit she hath without desire, 
  To make knowne how much shee hath ; 
  And her anger flames no higher, 
  Then may fitly sweeten wrath. 
      Full of pitty as may be, 
      Though perhaps not so to me. 

  4  Reason masters euery Sence, 
  And her vertues grace her birth; 
  Louely as all Excellence: 
  Modest in her most of myrth. 
      Likelyhood enough to proue, 
      Onely worth could kindle loue. 

  5  Such She is, and if you know, 
  Such a one as I haue sung, 
  Be she browne or faire, or so, 
  That Shee be but somewhat young. 
      Be assur'd tis shee or none, 
      That I loue and loue alone. 
    

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