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Which in her cheekes is spred, Whence euery fauour growes. In Skie there is no starre, (30) But she surmounts it farre.
When Phoebus from the bed Of Thetis doth arise: +The morning blushing red, In faire Carnation wise: (35) He shewes in my Nimphs face, As Queene of euery grace.
This pleasant Lilly white, This taint of Roseate red: This Cinthiaes siluer light, (40) This sweete faire Dea spred, +These Sun-beames in mine eye, These beauties make me die.

FINIS. Earle of Oxenford.

ΒΆ Coridon to his Phillis. +

A Las my heart, mine eye hath wronged thee, Presumptuous eye, to gaze on Phillis face: Whose heauenly eye no mortall man may see, But he must die, or purchase Phillis grace. (5) Poore Coridon, the Nimph whose eye doth moue ||(thee: Doth loue to draw, but is not drawne to loue thee.