Behold a wonder here
Loue hath receiu'd his sight,
Which manie hundred yeares,
Hath not beheld the light.
2 Such beames infused be
By Cynthia in his eyes,
At first haue made him see,
And then haue made him wise.
3 Loue now no more will weepe
For them that laugh the while,
Nor wake for them that sleepe,
Nor sigh for them that smile.
4 So powrefull is the beautie
That Loue doth now behold,
As loue is turn'd to dutie,
That's neither blind nor bold.
5 This Beautie shewes her might,
To be of double kind,
In giuing loue his sight
And striking folly blind.
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