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    cs you to wear, For o approachis hair.

    Aty c ears, - O tears of guileful breast! - S I did but jest.

    tell me, O y be, t trust t me?  seen  streams of tears s, till t I sood, As  bent?

    y seen In one t cant been,  grieved to come from wo see me as you see?

    On sandy bank of late, I sa; ;Sooner die tate,quot; S: taid, Bey ten in the sand.

    t;Monte-Mayor,quot; resss glass before  on me is laid, Since t in self-same metal coined, S lady, you remain  pleasure, ures treasure, In face and eyes unmatc in your face mine eyes do measure.

    Nor tc of tarry, to you but gives a so me mine eyes true s most ter tived perceivet but disguised.