Of these our last depraued times:
And soe much lust by wanton layes
Disperséd is; that beautie strayes
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Into darke corners wheere vnseen,
Too many sadd berefts haue been.
Aduance my muse to blaze[[1]] that face
Wheere beautie sits enthroand in grace.
The eye though bright, and quicke to moue,
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