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29574	Linche, Richard	Seven Minor Epics of the English Renaissance (1596-1624)			.txt	text/plain	53015	4810	93	Loue looks as sweet in blacke as faire mens eies. Shall haue more cause for to admire thy beautie: Long hauing viewd Loues tower, thy wel built head, Ript by the Sun-shine of thy loue-blest eyes, Or if thou wantst one, fix thy loue on me. I'st true (quoth shee) for true loue doth he giue, Die thou (quoth he) so shall my loue nere thinke, and thou her feete (great Sun-Gods deerest loue) vnto thy selfe, quoth hee; ile heare no cares. (Faire loue) thy rigour I haue too much felt, I tell thee (Loue) when secret-tongued night loathed of thee that doth deserue all loue, Thou of thy teares (kind man) hast shed great store, Doe thou alone injoy those sweets, which beare thy Mirrhas name. Then loue thy selfe and thou wilt me affect, To kisse thy hand, shee is so in loue with thee,	./cache/29574.txt	./txt/29574.txt