Shine longer eye above shines strong
For much blessing your countenance holds
And every style of you be such sweet song
That music's muse himself moulds
Sessions be more, of sorrow and toil
And moments short of feast and joy
Thoughts be much, my sweet memory spoil
And fair ladies be, that our trust destroy
And longer miss we talk, hear and see
So fast be minds, forget love
But no longer such in my love, mind be
The longer we talk not as wish I you have
And by such love be hard, trust not kept
But I be out, with much love for you, safe kept
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