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When rest locks vp the treasures of delight
that face, those eyes, that voice, those hands, that breast
not in them nor the Sun, sad earth now blest,
and no power left, that [conquer] comfort may the night.
Cares wch in darckness shine, finding her sight
eclipst wch from them is my safeguard best
reuiue my secret flames, and wth out rest
shew me vnto myself, in a trew light.
They are not flames of loue, but fyres of paine
that burn so fayre; loue far from me s fled,
whoe all loue giue and no loue haue againe.
[Refusals] Repulses and the thowsand formed head
of scorn I see, while vniust night from me
her beauty hides, and shews her crueltee.
When rest locks up the treasures of delight—
That face, those eyes, that voice, those hands, that breast—
Not in them nor the sun sad earth now blest,
And no power left, that comfort may the night;
Cares which in darkness shine, finding her sight
Eclipsed which from them is my safeguard best,
Revive my secret flames, and without rest
Show me unto myself in a true light.
They are not flames of love but fires of pain
That burn so fair; love far from me s fled,
Who all love give and no love have again.
Repulses and the thousand-formed head
Of scorn I see, while unjust night from me
Her beauty hides, and shows her cruelty.
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