1 Are you what your faire lookes expresse ?
Oh then be kinde.
From law of Nature they digresse,
Whose forme sutes not their minde.
Fairenesse seene in th'outward shape
Is but th'inward beauties Ape.
2 Eyes that of earth are mortall made
What can they view ?
All's but a colour or a shade,
And neyther alwayes true.
Reasons sight that is eterne,
Eu'n the substance can discerne.
3 Soule is the Man ; for who will so
The body name ?
And to that power all grace we owe
That deckes our liuing frame.
What, or how had housen bin,
But for them that dwell therein ?
4 Loue in the bosome is begot,
Not in the eyes :
No beauty makes the eye more hot,
Her flames the sprightsurprise :
Let our louing mindes then meete,
For pure meetings are most sweet.
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