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Amour 33

Whilst thus mine eyes doe surfet with delight,

My wofull hart, imprisond in my breast,

Wishing to be trans-formd into my sight,

To looke on her by whom mine eyes are blest;

But whilst mine eyes thus greedily doe gaze,

Behold! their obiects ouer-soone depart,

And treading in this neuer-ending maze,

Wish now to be trans-formd into my hart:

My hart, surcharg'd with thoughts, sighes in abundance raise,

My eyes, made dim with lookes, poure down a flood of tears;

And whilst my hart and eye enuy each others praise,

My dying lookes and thoughts are peiz'd in equall feares:

And thus, whilst sighes and teares together doe contende,

Each one of these doth ayde vnto the other lende.