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Love that long since hast to thy mighty powre	A
Perforce subdude my poor captived hart	B
And raging now therein with restlesse stowre	A
Doest tyrannize in everie weaker part	B
Faine would I seeke to ease my bitter smart	B
By any service I might do to thee	C
Or ought that else might to thee pleasing bee	C
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And now t'asswage the force of this new flame	D
And make thee more propitious in my need	E
I meane to sing the praises of thy name	D
And thy victorious conquests to areed	E
By which thou madest many harts to bleed	E
Of mighty victors with wide wounds embrewed	E
And by thy cruell darts to thee subdewed	E
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Onely I fear my wits enfeebled late	E
Through the sharp sorrowes which thou hast me bred	E
Should faint and words should faile me to relate	E
The wondrous triumphs of thy great god hed	E
But if thou wouldst vouchsafe to overspred	E
Me with the shadow of thy gentle wing	F
I should enabled be thy actes to sing	F
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Come then O come thou mightie God of Love	G
Out of thy silver bowres and secret blisse	H
Where thou dost sit in Venus lap above	G
Bathing thy wings in her ambrosial kisse	H
That sweeter farre than any nectar is	H
Come softly and my feeble breast inspire	A
With gentle furie kindled of thy fire	A
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And ye sweet Muses which have often proved	E
The piercing points of his avengefull darts	H
And ye fair Nimphs which oftentimes have loved	E
The cruel worker of your kindly smarts	H
Prepare yourselves and open wide your harts	H
For to receive the triumph of your glorie	A
That made you merie oft when ye were sorrie	A
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And ye faire blossoms of youths wanton breed	E
Which in the conquests of your beautie bost	E
Wherewith your lovers feeble eyes you feed	E
But sterve their harts that needeth nourture most	E
Prepare your selves to march amongst his host	E
And all the way this sacred hymne do sing	F
Made in the honor of your soveraigne king	F
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Great God of Might that reignest in the mynd	E
And all the bodie to thy hest doest frame	D
Victor of gods subduer of mankynd	E
That doest the lions and fell tigers tame	D
Making their cruell rage thy scornfull game	D
And in their roring taking great delight	E
Who can expresse the glorie of thy might	E
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Or who alive can perfectly declare	A
The wondrous cradle of thine infancie	H
When thy great mother Venus first thee bare	A
Begot of Plenty and of Penurie	A
Though elder then thine own nativitie	E
And yet a chyld renewing still thy yeares	H
And yet the eldest of the heavenly peares	H
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For ere this worlds still moving mightie masse	H
Out of great Chaos ugly prison crept	E
In which his goodly face long hidden was	H
From heavens view and in deep darknesse kept	E
Love that had now long time securely slept	E
In Venus lap unarmed then and naked	E
Gan reare his head by Clotho being waked	E
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And taking to him wings of his own heat	E
Kindled at first from heavens life giving fyre	A
He gan to move out of his idle seat	E
Weakly at first but after with desyre	A
Lifted aloft he gan to mount up hyre	A
And like fresh eagle made his hardy flight	E
Thro all that great wide wast yet wanting light	E
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Yet wanting light to guide his wandring way	I
His own faire mother for all creatures sake	J
Did lend him light from her owne goodly ray	I
Then through the world his way he gan to take	J
The world that was not till he did it make	J
Whose sundrie parts he from themselves did sever	A
The which before had lyen confused ever	A
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The earth the ayre the water and the fyre	A
Then gan to raunge themselves in huge array	A
And with contrary forces to conspyre	A
Each against other by all meanes they may	A
Threatning their owne confusion and decay	A
Ayre hated earth and water hated fyre	A
Till Love relented their rebellious yre	A
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He then them tooke and tempering goodly well	K
Their contrary dislikes with loved meanes	H
Did place them all in order and compell	K
To keepe themselves within their sundrie raines	H
Together linkt with adamantine chaines	H
Yet so as that in every living wight	E
They mix themselves and shew their kindly might	E
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So ever since they firmely have remained	E
And duly well observed his beheast	E
Through which now all these things that are contained	E
Within this goodly cope both most and least	E
Their being have and daily are increast	E
Through secret sparks of his infused fyre	A
Which in the barraine cold he doth inspyre	A
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Thereby they all do live and moved are	A
To multiply the likenesse of their kynd	E
Whilest they seeke onely without further care	A
To quench the flame which they in burning fynd	E
But man that breathes a more immortall mynd	E
Not for lusts sake but for eternitie	E
Seekes to enlarge his lasting progenie	L
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For having yet in his deducted spright	E
Some sparks remaining of that heavenly fyre	A
He is enlumind with that goodly light	E
Unto like goodly semblant to aspyre	A
Therefore in choice of love he doth desyre	A
That seemes on earth most heavenly to embrace	H
That same is Beautie borne of heavenly race	H
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For sure of all that in this mortall frame	D
Contained is nought more divine doth seeme	D
Or that resembleth more th'immortall flame	D
Of heavenly light than Beauties glorious beam	D
What wonder then if with such rage extreme	D
Frail men whose eyes seek heavenly things to see	H
At sight thereof so much enravisht bee	H
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Which well perceiving that imperious boy	M
Doth therewith tip his sharp empoisned darts	H
Which glancing thro the eyes with countenance coy	M
Kest not till they have pierst the trembling harts	H
And kindled flame in all their inner parts	H
Which suckes the blood and drinketh up the lyfe	G
Of carefull wretches with consuming griefe	G
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Thenceforth they playne and make full piteous mone	L
Unto the author of their balefull bane	L
The daies they waste the nights they grieve and grone	L
Their lives they loath and heavens light disdaine	L
No light but that whose lampe doth yet remaine	L
Fresh burning in the image of their eye	N
They deigne to see and seeing it still dye	N
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The whylst thou tyrant Love doest laugh and scorne	L
At their complaints making their paine thy play	K
Whylest they lye languishing like thrals forlorne	L
The whyles thou doest triumph in their decay	K
And otherwhyles their dying to delay	K
Thou doest emmarble the proud hart of her	A
Whose love before their life they doe prefer	A
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So hast thou often done ay me the more	A
To me thy vassall whose yet bleeding hart	E
With thousand wounds thou mangled hast so sore	A
That whole remaines scarse any little part	E
Yet to augment the anguish of my smart	E
Thou hast enfrosen her disdainefull brest	E
That no one drop of pitie there doth rest	E
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Why then do I this honor unto thee	H
Thus to ennoble thy victorious name	D
Sith thou doest shew no favour unto mee	H
Ne once move ruth in that rebellious dame	D
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Somewhat to slacke the rigour of my flame	D
Certes small glory doest thou winne hereby	N
To let her live thus free and me to dy	E
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But if thou be indeede as men thee call	K
The worlds great parent the most kind preserver	A
Of living wights the soveraine lord of all	K
How falles it then that with thy furious fervour	A
Thou doest afflict as well the not deserver	A
As him that doeth thy lovely heasts despize	H
And on thy subiects most doth tyrannize	H
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Yet herein eke thy glory seemeth more	A
By so hard handling those which best thee serve	G
That ere thou doest them unto grace restore	A
Thou mayest well trie if they will ever swerve	G
And mayest them make it better to deserve	G
And having got it may it more esteeme	D
For things hard gotten men more dearely deeme	D
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So hard those heavenly beauties be enfyred	E
As things divine least passions doe impresse	H
The more of stedfast mynds to be admyred	E
The more they stayed be on stedfastnesse	H
But baseborne minds such lamps regard the lesse	H
Which at first blowing take not hastie fyre	A
Such fancies feele no love but loose desyre	A
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For Love is lord of truth and loialtie	E
Lifting himself out of the lowly dust	E
On golden plumes up to the	O